The people from the Combat Department have been exaggerating how terrifying this place is, how formidable that person is, but actually, it's not much after all.
At this moment, a silhouette suddenly began to walk slowly through the flames.
Black hair dancing, eyes cold, the longsword in his hand burning with fire.
Like a War God.
"No. Impossible!" The pilot facing Ye Qingfeng screamed out.
"Swish!"
The Sword Light slashed out, fast as lightning.
In front of Ye Qingfeng's Sword Light, the alloy steel plates just tens of centimeters away were like tofu, the entire fighter jet was cut in half.
Along with the pilot's body, it too was cut, directly falling down.
"Retreat, retreat immediately, he's not someone we can handle!" The captain shouted frantically into the intercom.
In an instant, the remaining combat forces sharply turned to flee.
Run?
Can they run?
A cold smile flashed across Ye Qingfeng's lips.
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