Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Major's respectful expression immediately changed, his sallow face becoming extremely ferocious.

He said no more, saluting the Demon Emperor.

Then, he stepped back two paces and asked into a communicator in English.

"Ham, what's going on?"

A deep voice came through the communicator.

"Captain, don't worry, a group of Huaxia Special Forces has arrived, their vanguard squad clashed with our sentry in a gunfight."

The Demon Emperor's face changed color instantly upon hearing this.

If Yang Fei and his four top fighters arrived, along with Yang Fei, the King Sniper, they wouldn't be easy to handle.

The Sword Emperor's long knife was left in the sentry's vehicle.

Holding a new long knife, he frowned slightly in discomfort.

The Major also frowned, asking.

"Do we know the unit number, is it the Hidden Dragon that's arrived?"

The guy named Ham on the other side of the communicator chuckled softly.

"Captain rest assured, it's the Huaxia Blood-colored Army Knife."

"Heh heh, such a second-rate Special Forces unit is just here to die."

The Major's tense face visibly relaxed.

He revealed a cruel smile.

"Then give them a harsh lesson, let them know the power of the Demon Emperor Guard."

Ham responded loudly: "Yes."

In the depths of the jungle, more than twenty fierce figures advanced silently towards the Blood-colored Army Knife.

These more than twenty mercenaries all had sea monster tattoos on their necks.

The tattoos depicted the long limbs of a sea monster swaying like seaweed in the water.

Only the most powerful Demon Emperor Guard is eligible to bear this mark.

Each Demon Emperor Guard is selected from the Demon Army through layers of elimination.

It can be said that the strength of the Demon Emperor Guard is absolutely not inferior to any Special Forces in the world.

A bloody and cruel battle began in the jungle.

Just as the Blood-colored Army Knife engaged the Demon Emperor Guard.

Yang Fei, An Zichen, and the Changfeng Squad were on a forced march through the jungle.

Every member of the Changfeng Squad was a Grandmaster of Martial Arts of Dark Force or even Strength Transformation, with Essence Qi surging.

This high-intensity march was nothing to them.

Yang Fei, like a wolf doggedly tracking its prey, led the entire army forward.

Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and the Sword Emperor finally witnessed Yang Fei's terrifying capabilities.

This guy's Martial Arts Skills had already entered the ranks of top masters.

Yet his tracking skills were even more astounding.

One footprint, one strand of hair, one cigarette butt.

Even unnatural bends in shrubs or grass in the jungle could be clues for him.

Under the lead of this monster, the Changfeng Squad barely had any time to pause, always moving forward.

Finally, Yang Fei halted under a low hill, his expression grave.

An Zichen was about to ask what was wrong when they suddenly heard distant, muffled gunfire.

In this forest, the dense foliage naturally muffled sound.

Gunshots from a kilometer away, by the time they reached here, had become almost indistinguishable.

Comparable only to the sound of a dry twig snapping.

Oddly enough, Yang Fei actually heard it.

Even An Zichen did not.

This was thanks to Yang Fei's cultivation of the Snake Sting Heart Method.

His Divine Sense was attuned to a degree unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yang Fei sighed regretfully, his expression grave.

"The Blood-colored Army Knife arrived first and is already engaged with the enemy."

An Zichen, seeing his mysterious demeanor, grunted disapprovingly.

"How do you know it's the Blood-colored Army Knife here?"

Yang Fei chuckled, gesturing for An Zichen to look at the ground.

When An Zichen looked closely, he found a footprint in the soft blend of fallen leaves and soil.

Yang Fei pointed to the faint shoe print and said, "This is the standard-issue Land Combat Boots of the Blood-colored Army Knife."

"These shoes have solid heels with three claw-shaped hooks embedded, useful for climbing; they usually retract into the heel."

"Take a look, aren't there little holes in the heel of the shoe print?"

An Zichen indeed found three round holes in the heel of the shoe print on the ground and spat.

"What's so special about knowing the Blood-colored Army Knife's gear?"

Yang Fei calmly said, "It's also my first time cooperating with the Blood-colored Army Knife's formal combat unit; I discovered this secret at Meng Zhan."

An Zichen's cheeks flushed slightly.

In fact, she was quite impressed with this monster's power of observation and calculation.

But she refused to show weakness verbally.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a scream echoed in the forest.

This time the sound was a mere seven or eight hundred meters from Yang Fei and the others.

The Mad Blade, who was on alert with a telescope, issued a warning.

"Instructor, I see brothers of the Blood-colored Army Knife retreating in defeat."

"Someone is pursuing them from behind; damn, the opponents are formidable."

Yang Fei took the telescope from Mad Blade's hands.

Just one look, and he couldn't help changing color: "Demon Army?"

Through the telescope, over a dozen Blood-colored Army Knife Special Forces soldiers were retreating in this direction.

Among them, the large-framed Wei Cheng stood out.

His left arm dangled limply, his body covered in blood.

The other team members had all suffered various injuries.

Everyone was still able to move, retreating while fending off the enemy.

Behind them, more than twenty mercenaries dressed in blue-black uniforms advanced.

These guys, like wolves or leopards, were fierce and formidable, exuding a terrifying aura.

Their equipment was very sophisticated, absolutely no worse than any major nation's SSS-level Special Forces.

First-class equipment and top-tier skills created the overwhelmingly powerful combat strength of this batch of Special Forces.

Globally renowned as one of the top ten mercenary groups, Yang Fei had not fought against the Demon Army.

But he knew well the prowess of this mercenary unit.

The sea monster tattoo on the left side of their necks matched their insignia exactly, so it was immediately recognizable.

Impatient Cui Xiang clicked off the safety of his Fire God Cannon with a clatter.

He aimed at the distant dozens of Demon Emperor Guards, ready to shoot.

Within this range.

Cui Xiang's bullets could take down more than half of the twenty-plus Demon Emperor Guards in mere seconds.

Yang Fei pressed down on Cui Xiang's shoulder.

"Don't engage, or you might hit our own brothers."

"Besides, the Demon Emperor must be ahead; let's not alert him and let him get away."

Mad Blade, although he hated Wei Cheng, was very anxious to see him on the brink of life and death.

"So what do we do, are we just going to watch them die?"

Yang Fei spat, "Am I that kind of person?"

"To kill these scumbags, we don't even need to use guns."

He said, beckoning the Changfeng Squad behind him to prepare for battle.

The Sword Emperor, An Zichen, and Xue Mingtai disdained to engage in such low-level battles and drifted off.

Wei Cheng, drenched in blood, still insisted on covering the retreat.

Hiding behind a bush, his rifle fired repeatedly.

Wei Cheng's sniping delayed the Demon Emperor Guard's pursuit, but only marginally.

Soon, three to five Demon Emperor Guards rolled aside to outflank him, charging to Wei Cheng's right.

Bam bam bam!

Their bullets were pinpoint accurate, aiming for Wei Cheng.

Wei Cheng executed several rolls, escaping the bushes and diving into the low hill's woods.