Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The half-mask completely hid Yang Fei's face, providing him with immense convenience for blending in.

Yang Fei held his head high and puffed out his chest, following the four people in front, finding it amusing.

"Although Chen Xingzhu and Zhong Xiang are formidable in martial arts, they are rookies when it comes to military command."

"Everyone in the Demon Army wears a mask to pretend, which conveniently allows me to swap identities and slip in."

However, Yang Fei didn't know that Chen Xingzhu and Zhong Xiang acted this way out of helplessness.

Under Hades' command, the Demon Army was a solid unit, and their combat power skyrocketed.

Chen Xingzhu and Zhong Xiang killed Hades and forcibly seized power.

Yet, they were worried about the rebellion from Hades' die-hard followers, so they disrupted the military structure of the Demon Army, reorganizing the previous three battalions into ten small teams.

At the same time, Chen Xingzhu ordered all soldiers to wear identical masks and strictly prohibited them from revealing personal information privately, listening only to the ten team leaders.

And among Wuxiang King's four powerful Core Formation experts, they humbled themselves to become one of the team leaders.

The other team leaders were also formidable, being the experts brought by Bimos from the Asia Alliance Special Service Bureau, and they were extremely powerful.

Thus, Chen Xingzhu's control over the Demon Army was built entirely on the military suppression of ten powerful experts, simple and crude, yet remarkably effective.

Of course, last night's battle led to the Blood Demon Squad's total annihilation.

This was partly because the Changfeng Squad was too strong for timely rescue, and also due to Chen Xingzhu's tactic of using a borrowed knife to kill.

The five-person patrol team was temporarily assembled, and even the subordinate replaced by Yang Fei didn't know it.

Upon hearing footsteps behind, the leading team leader turned around and coldly glared at Yang Fei.

"Where have you been?"

He spoke in broken English. Yang Fei, fearing his identity might be exposed, pointed to his belly, indicating he had a stomachache and went for a break.

The team leader snorted but didn't pursue it further, turning back to continue the patrol with the five-person team.

The five of them walked through winding shaded paths, and Yang Fei's view suddenly opened up.

The center of the island was actually a flat basin.

The basin was extremely level, with countless military tents in the middle.

Almost in front of every military tent, a large bonfire was lit.

Numerous bonfires were scattered across the basin, sparkling like stars, creating a spectacular sight.

It was already deep into the night, with most soldiers asleep except for the patrolling squads.

Yang Fei faintly heard the rumbling sound of waves in his ears.

The southern cliff of the basin turned out to be formed by rocks, blocking the surging seawater outside.

Numerous military tents were clustered around four or five huge central tents.

That was obviously where Chen Xingzhu and others rested, with tighter security closer to the center.

Yang Fei turned the Tortoise Mirror, simultaneously sensing the presence of over a dozen powerful martial artists lurking near the central large tent.

Their Essence Qi was like a blazing fire, scorching his skin.

Yang Fei felt a chill in his heart.

He originally thought that leading the Night Army and the Changfeng Squad in a frontal assault would easily crush the Demon Army.

But now it seemed that his plan needed to be revised.

The prowess of the Changfeng Squad was no less than that of the Demon Army.

However, a direct attack would likely lead to casualties among the Changfeng team members.

Every Changfeng team member was like a brother to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei absolutely did not want the Changfeng Squad to suffer any losses.

In Yang Fei's view, being cunning when possible, setting traps if feasible, and pretending to bravely charge in head-on were all foolish moves.

Yang Fei observed the terrain, running various devious thoughts through his mind.

The five-person team patrolled until two in the morning, at which point another patrol team took over.

The five-person team returned to their tent, everyone falling asleep right away.

Yang Fei knew he was in a dragon pool and tiger's den, not daring to let his guard down even a little.

He operated Snake Stupefaction and Turtle Hibernation, hiding all his aura and Essence fluctuations.

In the second half of the night, Yang Fei propped up the blanket with a pillow, pretending someone was sleeping.

Then, he quietly slipped out of the military camp.

Yang Fei pushed Snake Stupefaction and the Tortoise Mirror to their limits, cautiously sneaking toward the central tent.

Yang Fei was very eager to know the extent of Chen Xingzhu's martial arts.

What kind of face was hidden behind her calm and gentle exterior?

Yang Fei's unparalleled stealth ability was pushed to the extreme.

He avoided each patrolling sentry as he got closer and closer to the central large tent.

The nearer he got to the central tent, the more intense Yang Fei's heartbeat became.

The Tortoise Extreme emitted sharp warning signals, alerting Yang Fei of the immense danger ahead.

Yet, Yang Fei continued to get closer and closer.

A faint oppressive force spread from the central large tent.

That force was like air, present yet intangible and omnipresent.

Yang Fei's heart was hanging high.

He keenly felt that this aura was the direct crushing of a high-order being over a lower one.

He was like a frog encountering a venomous snake, a mouse meeting a cat.

Because of cultivating the Nine Extremes, Yang Fei was not concerned about the purely mental suppression of high-rank warriors.

The supreme benevolence of Tortoise Extreme and the domineering presence of Extreme Tiger could completely resist the mental pressure of high-rank warriors.

It could be said that even when faced with Super God Masters like An Zichen, Yang Fei's will would not be suppressed.

However, now Yang Fei felt a terrifying aura akin to a natural predator.

This aura almost halted the operation of Tortoise Extreme and Snake Extreme within him.

The sharp warning of Tortoise Extreme already emitted a roaring alert, warning Yang Fei not to come any closer.

However, this perilous situation instead inspired Yang Fei's stubborn spirit.

He fully operated Tortoise Extreme, creeping toward the central large tent bit by bit.

Finally, Yang Fei endured the suffocating pressure and reached the back of the central large tent.

"Axiaang, faster, my man, my king..."

Inside the tent, there was a woman's melodious scream and moans, accompanied by some heart-thumping sounds.

This kind of sound was immediately understood by Yang Fei, who couldn't help covering his forehead with his hand.

Damn it, risking my life just to catch you playing a bedroom game? I'm a legitimate person!

The next second, Yang Fei immediately perked up, widened his eyes, and leaned towards a hole in the back of the military tent.

As Yang Fei expected, inside the tent, Chen Xingzhu was being pressed against a dressing mirror by Zhong Xiang, attacked from behind with extreme violence.

Yang Fei never imagined that the sweet and gentle Chen Xingzhu could let loose so wildly in the bedroom.

Her body writhed like a snake, her moans tremulous and slow, welcoming Zhong Xiang's critical hits.

But all of this wasn't enough to surprise Yang Fei.

What made his jaw drop was that there was actually another person in the tent.

That person, unknown for what martial arts heart method he cultivated, seemed to be shrouded in a mist of black fog.

Yang Fei couldn't see his face, only the sinister grin on his lips.

From between his shoulders, two snake heads, about the size of a bowl, extended from the black fog.

The snakes hissed with their tongues out, extremely terrifying.

He watched Chen Xingzhu and Zhong Xiang aloofly, with an unexpectedly enjoyable expression on his face.

Chen Xingzhu occasionally looked back at this strange man, her eyes coquettish without a hint of shame.

Damn, this unbearable life, finally finding someone even more shameless than me.

Yang Fei lamented in his heart.