Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

In the near distance, a large number of guards were advancing with guns, surrounding from all sides.

If the heavy troops closed in, even if Yang Fei had wings, he wouldn't be able to fly out.

Yang Fei made a swift decision, his eyes flashed red, and he activated the Hu Chang Heart Method.

He froze Willhaus in place, then leaped swiftly, rushing toward the wall.

Willhaus felt an endless murderous aura roaring from Yang Fei's eyes, leaving his mind completely blank.

At the same time, Yang Fei had already leapt onto the wall, delivering a powerful whip kick to his left side.

Willhaus felt a tremendous force, a total of eight waves, surging toward him.

The sharp sense of crisis snapped him awake, and he blocked with a slanting arm.

Bam!

A muffled sound, and Willhaus's body was thrown backward.

His Qi-blood churned, and he couldn't help but spit a mouthful of blood, his side in extreme pain, clearly with broken ribs.

Yang Fei, having just been at a disadvantage, immediately retaliated and felt immensely pleased.

Standing on the wall, he began dancing a lively samba, twisting his Pi Gu towards Willhaus.

Since achieving Martial Arts Mastery, Willhaus had never faced such a formidable master.

And a shamelessly top-notch master like this, he had neither seen nor heard of before.

Willhaus was enraged, hastily retracting his heavy sniper.

With a click, he chambered a bullet, aimed at Yang Fei, ready to pull the trigger.

Yang Fei let out a shriek, his body gliding diagonally like an eagle, landing outside the wall.

Bang bang bang!

Willhaus emptied six bullets in one breath.

Countless soldiers swarmed behind him, firing fiercely towards the shrubs outside the wall.

Just then, two or three dark, round objects suddenly flew into the courtyard.

Willhaus caught sight and immediately shouted, "It's grenades, take cover!"

His body retreated swiftly without match.

The rest of the soldiers, scared to death, fled in a panic, seeking shelter everywhere.

Willhaus had just found cover when he heard a massive explosion; three grenades detonated almost simultaneously, sending shockwaves roaring.

Five or six soldiers, unable to evade, were blown to pieces.

The wall tumbled down with a crash, injuring another three or four soldiers.

"Bastard, you won't get away!"

Willhaus, furious, stood up abruptly, recklessly pursuing forward.

The guards brought by Willhaus followed closely behind him.

In this moment, it was clear that the combat capability of Willhaus's personal guards was formidable.

His soldiers showed much better battlefield reaction and grenade-evading techniques than the Royal Guards.

In the jungle, Yang Fei was clutching the Mithril Ore, sprinting wildly.

He activated Extreme Tiger, dashing like the wind, his figure almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Amidst the complex terrain and tangled vines of the jungle, he moved as fluidly and swiftly as a fish in the sea.

Willhaus was right on Yang Fei's tail, his speed not much slower.

Moreover, he held a heavy sniper; given a chance to shoot, Willhaus was eighty percent sure he could blow Yang Fei's head off.

But Yang Fei, who valued his life above all, would never give him that chance.

This guy maintained high-speed running, his movement agile and varied, weaving in a zigzag pattern.

While running, Willhaus locked onto his figure several times, but was unable to catch him.

However, Willhaus did not panic; he knew the terrain well and knew that at the jungle's end was a sentry station.

It was the first checkpoint of the Royal Guards stationed at the Phantom Moon Castle, staffed by a squad of soldiers and equipped with two Big Viper Machine Guns.

Willhaus did not expect the fortifications to stop Yang Fei per se.

But as long as that rascal slowed down a bit, he could shoot and kill him.

Even if he couldn't kill him, as long as he could delay him for thirty seconds, Willhaus's personal guards would catch up.

With the combat power of the Asura Iron Brigade plus Willhaus, they were sure to take him down.

A cruel smile formed at the corner of Willhaus's mouth.

The thrill of the hunt spread in his heart, like a fine wine.

This was the most formidable enemy Willhaus had ever faced.

If he managed to successfully snipe him, it would be Willhaus's pinnacle in jungle warfare and truly deserving of the title of the First War God of the Greenworth Empire.

And now, Willhaus already smelled the scent of victory.

Both of them seemed like leopards, baring fangs and claws.

Like beasts, they tore at each other in the jungle, seeking the other's vital point for a final deadly blow.

Finally, the trees thinned, and sentries could be seen standing guard on the roadside.

The two Big Viper Machine Guns swiveling their barrels, crossing in a diagonal, trained towards the jungle direction.

The Turtle Extreme in Yang Fei's heart emitted a sharp warning, abruptly slowing his pace.

Bam!

Willhaus finally found the opportunity to fire a shot, the bullet whistling precisely towards the back of Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei swiftly tilted his head, dodging the bullet.

The hot wind from the bullet, mixed with the scorching smell of gunpowder, stung Yang Fei's ear painfully.

Without waiting for Willhaus to fire again, Yang Fei somersaulted, changing direction, and dashed toward the left side of the jungle.

Bam!

Willhaus fired again, but this time, the bullet missed.

Willhaus watched as Yang Fei's figure disappeared in the northeast direction.

The sinister smirk on his lips deepened.

At this moment, this part of the jungle was already sealed, with only one passage in the northeast direction.

The small path between steep slopes was blocked by more than a squad of sentries.

The fortifications were built in the middle of the road, and a heavy machine gun could almost cover it with firepower.

Escaping in the northeast direction was a dead end for this guy.

Willhaus slowed his pace; rash advance was always a major taboo in warfare.

Willhaus planned to slowly hunt down this guy once he was synchronized with the Asura Iron Brigade's personal guards.

However, Willhaus relaxed for just a moment.

He quickly discovered that the slippery guy had somehow escaped right in front of his eyes.

Willhaus couldn't even sense his presence.

For a Martial Arts Master of Transcending the Divine, this was completely inconceivable.

Willhaus couldn't believe that he had actually lost track of him!

That immense Essence Qi from the opponent was as clear as a torch in the night to Willhaus.

And yet now, this torch was simply extinguished.

Willhaus hesitated and paused.

In this treacherous jungle, lurking with such a powerful adversary, Willhaus couldn't afford to be careless.

He glanced into the distance, the personal guards of the Asura Iron Brigade hadn't arrived yet, and he cursed them under his breath.

In fact, ordinary soldiers could never hope to match Willhaus's speed.

Willhaus was a Super Soldier King too.

The stronger the enemy, the more cautious and spirited he became.

He held the heavy sniper, inching forward cautiously.