Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Earl's body suddenly flipped and rolled out, one hand painfully clutching the heart area, yet laughing triumphantly.

"Fool, I told you already, your bullets are ineffective against my Blood Pattern Medal armor..."

He stopped abruptly.

Because the bright yellow Stone Fire had already begun to burn on his chest, sizzling his flesh.

Yang Fei slowly lowered his Desert Eagle, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

"Ordinary bullets indeed are useless, but what about Dragon Talisman Bullets that can produce Stone Fire?"

"Stone Fire! Dragon Talisman Bullets!"

The Earl endured the intense burning sensation, his expression was like he had been chopped with One Blade. The bright yellow flames on his chest gradually expanded.

The Earl stared in disbelief at the Stone Fire on his chest, trembling all over from fear.

He suddenly screamed and lunged at Yang Fei.

"You vile little thief, I'll fight you to the death."

Boom!

The Earl gathered a substantial amount of Essence Qi, like pouring oil onto the fire.

The bright yellow flames suddenly flared up, engulfing the Earl whole.

The Earl, still in mid-air, turned into a huge fireball, falling from the air, rolling around with endless screams.

The other seven or eight ghost-like Immortal Race experts watched as the Earl fell abruptly, turning into a fireball.

They exchanged glances and suddenly dashed like lightning toward the Temple's gate.

Nuannuan, the Old Witch Master, and Houtu all simultaneously confronted the seven or eight Immortal Race experts.

However, it was Yang Fei who acted first.

His Desert Eagle suddenly activated, bullets pounded with precision as if they had eyes, directly hitting the eight Immortal Race experts.

Three or four Immortal Race experts screamed, their heads blasted open by Yang Fei's Desert Eagle, falling onto the ground, twitching.

They couldn't die right away, their agonizing cries echoing.

The remaining five Immortal Race experts were met by Nuannuan, Houtu, and the Old Witch Master, igniting a ferocious battle.

The Old Witch Master was merciful by nature and disliked killing.

However, Houtu and Nuannuan were ruthless women, hating the Immortal Race, decisively killing.

Nuannuan's silent Pangu's Power was the most formidable.

Three Immortal Race experts, unaware, simultaneously charged at Nuannuan.

Nuannuan smirked coldly, lightly waving her hand, then sent out a palm strike.

The figures of the three Immortal Race experts froze, their eyes bulging, blood oozing from seven apertures.

Bang bang bang!

In the next second, the Essence Qi within the three Immortal Race experts violently exploded, their flesh flying everywhere, falling onto the ground.

The Old Witch Master and Houtu each confronted an Immortal Race expert, battling for over a dozen rounds.

The Old Witch Master seized her opponent's left leg, a crackling sound, dislocating the opponent's knee joint, then with exquisite moves, dismantled all of the opponent's limb joints.

On the other side, Houtu's Dragon-shaped True Qi coiled around her opponent's neck, with a crunching sound, exerting its power, shattering the neck bones.

The person grunted, their body falling to the ground.

In an instant, eight Immortal Race experts, seven died, one was injured, except for the Old Witch Master's mercy, the rest met a grim fate.

In the temple center, the Earl's body had already turned to ashes, the bright yellow flames dwindling, flickering once before finally extinguishing.

"Victory, victory!"

From a safe distance, Dan Dan emerged, jubilantly pointing at the Earl's corpse.

"Do you know why this guy died? It's because he offended me, Grandpa Dan Dan, hmph, the power of Stone Fire is no joke."

He said, seeking confirmation from Yang Fei: "Boss, how was my Stone Fire?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, not dismissing Dan Dan's contribution.

"Very formidable, without your Dragon Talisman Bullet I wouldn't have known how to defeat this perverted guy."

Listening to Yang Fei's words, Dan Dan became even more arrogant, casting sidelong glances at everyone.

"Did you hear that? Do you know the prowess of Dan Dan? I warn you all, when you see Lord Dan Dan in the future, you'd better be respectful."

This three or four-year-old child nevertheless exudes a world's greatest demeanor, irresistibly cute and endearing.

Everyone was amused and laughed heartily.

Yang Fei pointed to the defeated Witch King on the ground, speaking indifferently, "Nuannuan, these people are all rebels, what will you do?"

Nuannuan glanced around and sighed.

"Though they are rebels, they are still my clansmen, what can I do?"

She shook her head, a bit melancholy.

"Among the clan, fighting and murdering is forbidden, it's the ancestral rule."

"Though they no longer regard me as a clan member, I must comply."

Nuannuan spoke and ordered Houtu: "Houtu Sister, please arrange the witch doctor to save these Witch Kings."

Houtu widened her eyes: "Nuannuan, have you thought this through? These people are rebels, once their wings grow, they might return, causing unrest at the Ancestral Altar."

Ju Mang lightly coughed twice: "I agree with Houtu, those folks are scarier than the Immortal Race."

"I suggest killing them all, since that damn Earl has injected them with the drug, they're doomed."

The Old Witch Master however, snorted: "No, I disagree, they're our clansmen, why rush to boil the pot?"

Most disregarded the Old Witch Master's kind-hearted opinion.

Boom!

At this moment, a missile landed not far away, the earth shook, dust rained down, extremely dangerous.

Yang Fei hugged Dan Dan, waving and shouting: "We need to get out, otherwise, this temple can't withstand missile strikes."

Simultaneously, Nuannuan, Houtu, and others rushed out, the Old Witch Master staring at the few unconscious Witch Kings in the temple, somewhat dazed.

Yang Fei dashed over, grabbing the Old Witch Master: "Old Master, let's get out."

The Old Witch Master broke free from Yang Fei's grip.

"No, my clansmen are still inside, they need our help."

Yang Fei snorted, glancing at Dan Dan in the distance: "Fine, don't want your life."

At this moment, a missile, trailing a long tail flame, headed this way.

Boom!

Another violent explosion erupted, a whirlwind raging.

Stone-built walls collapsed halfway, air waves rolling, with amazing strength.

The crucial issue was, eight Witch Kings remained in the temple, a direct hit by a single shell would mean certain death for everyone.

Yang Fei glanced outside, waving repeatedly.

"Stop hesitating, save people quickly, retreat first and talk later."

Immediately, everyone scattered, starting to save the rebel Witch Kings.

Rumble!

Nearby, several missiles bombarded one side of the altar, the stone walls shattered, debris everywhere.

Seizing the moment, seven or eight Witch Kings were carried by Yang Fei and others, rushing out of the temple.