Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The two were bickering, yet the demon army chasing behind them was increasing.

The soldiers swarmed forward, bullets whizzing by Yang Fei and An Zichen's heads.

The two hid under a low slope, where the enemy on the hill shot in a straight line, and for the moment, the bullets couldn't harm them.

However, within seconds, the enemies would reach the top of the slope and a volley would turn the two into sieves.

Yang Fei, however, was quite relaxed. He knew Mad Blade wouldn't give the enemy this chance.

On the right side of the slope, Mad Blade raised his hand high and issued a command.

"I'll count to three, then everyone opens fire. Cui Xiang, get ready to charge."

Seeing the swarm of enemy soldiers rushing like black wasps, everyone held their breath and tightly gripped their guns.

Mad Blade's voice calmly counted: "One, two, shoot..."

Ratatatata!

Cui Xiang's Fire God Cannon roared, a storm of bullets like a metallic gale rushed towards the enemy.

At the same time, three bangs came from Xiao Xuanya's Heavy Sniper.

She successively blew the brains out of a squad leader, an order officer, and a machine gunner.

Twenty or so Changfeng Team Members unleashed a torrential rain of bullets on the enemy.

This close-range ambush was deadly efficient.

The caught-off-guard demon army had no protection whatsoever.

They were like a naked maiden facing a group of seasoned predators, utterly defenseless.

In an instant, the enemies on the left fell like autumn grain under a harvester, bodies lay sprawled, blood flowing like rivers.

Mad Blade waved his hand.

"Except for Cui Xiang, throw all the grenades out!"

This time, Xiao Xuanya procured military supplies per the international mercenary standards, equipping each soldier with three grenades.

More than sixty grenades quickly fell onto the enemy camp, exploding with a thunderous roar.

In an instant, the blast's shockwaves filled the air, limbs and bodies flew everywhere.

The enemy's charge finally halted completely.

In the darkness, the opposing commander had no clue how many were hiding in the jungle.

Knowing yourself but not the enemy is a significant military taboo, and the initial two fierce attacks claimed countless lives.

The demon army commander ordered a retreat, countless soldiers cursed their parents for not giving them more legs as they fled desperately.

Mad Blade gave the order to pursue.

More than twenty people burst out of the woods like tigers, forming an attack arrow, charging forward.

This ambush wasn't large-scaled.

Yet Mad Blade, a competent commander, fully utilized the enemy's fear and the cover of night.

More than twenty people managed to chase hundreds into a chaotic retreat.

Yang Fei stood in the back of the Changfeng Squad, chewing tobacco leaves nonchalantly, greeting lazily.

"That's enough, don't let them figure out our strength, otherwise we'd be in trouble if they go all out again."

Mad Blade knew Yang Fei was right.

All said and done, the Changfeng Squad had only just over twenty members.

A seasoned veteran could likely estimate the number of people here from hearing the gunfire.

Mad Blade then gave the order to fire in place.

Cui Xiang, in his element, swung the Fire God Cannon while charging relentlessly.

The entire squad followed him another kilometer forward, leaving more enemy bodies behind.

Widespread panic was spreading throughout the demon army.

Nobody knew how many enemies lurked in the night.

Moreover, facing that guy with the Fire God Cannon, its lethality was truly astounding.

No one dared to turn around and face the Ultimate Weapon head-on.

The snipers specializing in taking out machine gunners were all dead, all shot by King Sniper Xiao Xuanya.

As they say, a collapsing army falls like a landslide; the demon army that rampaged across Europe and America suffered an unprecedented defeat this night.

Half an hour later, the demon army had already fled without leaving a trace.

The Changfeng Squad stopped, began regrouping, and cleaning up the battlefield.

However, just then, Yang Fei suddenly discovered the Demon Emperor's body was missing.

He remembered holding the Demon Emperor's body while fleeing and checking its breath.

The Demon Emperor, though gravely wounded, hadn't completely perished.

Yang Fei was greatly troubled.

If the Demon Emperor weren't dead, the plan couldn't be considered successful.

Logically, with so many bullets, an ordinary person couldn't survive.

But the Demon Emperor had a Demi-God Physique, with incredibly strong vitality.

If he wore a bulletproof vest protecting vital organs, he might very well survive.

Worried, Yang Fei ordered the Changfeng Squad to conduct a net search of the area, but after searching three times, they found no trace of the Demon Emperor's body.

The Changfeng Squad expanded the search area, but still found no traces of the Demon Emperor.

This made even An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, and the Sword Emperor realize the gravity of the situation.

Given the Demon Emperor's Demi-God Physique, if he weren't dead, even severe injuries could heal, posing a significant threat to them all.

Unable to find the Demon Emperor and worried about the demon army's return, Yang Fei announced a retreat.

Seeing Yang Fei's worried face, An Zichen chuckled.

"Don't worry, even if the Demon Emperor isn't dead, he won't recover in a year or two."

"We took down the Sword Emperor this time, and the demon army rebelled against the Demon Emperor. What's a lone man to do?"

Xue Mingtai nodded.

"Right, even if the Demon Emperor isn't dead, it'll be hard to stir up trouble again, no cause for concern."

Yang Fei shook his head with a sigh: "I can't be as optimistic as you."

"After this battle, if the Demon Emperor survives, his martial arts will certainly improve greatly."

"Given his friendship with the Sword Emperor, he'll surely come back for revenge."

Saying this, he grabbed An Zichen and Xue Mingtai.

"No, if the Demon Emperor lives, you both shouldn't go back. I formally invite you to reside in Yinxue Tower."

Both An Zichen and Xue Mingtai were taken aback, their expressions complex.

"What's Yinxue Tower?"

Yang Fei snapped his fingers and explained about rebuilding Yinxue Tower.

An Zichen's eyes inexplicably reddened.

Xue Mingtai also let out a long sigh.

"This major undertaking has finally succeeded, very well, I agree."

Yang Fei looked curiously at An Zichen: "Zi Chen, why are you crying again?"

"Even if I invite you to Yinxue Tower, there's no need to be so moved, right?"

An Zichen spat and turned away, ignoring him, walking alone.

Yang Fei was puzzled, turning to look at Xue Mingtai.

"Brother Mingtai, I didn't say anything wrong this time, did I? Do women have certain days each month when they're particularly sentimental?"

Xue Mingtai smiled slightly, ignoring him as well, following An Zichen.

Seeing the expressions of Xue Mingtai and An Zichen, Yang Fei knew they were hiding something from him, and he sighed.

He turned to the Sword Emperor.

"Brother Sword Emperor, would you like to reside in Yinxue Tower?"

The Sword Emperor nodded: "Yinxue Tower being the Holy Land for Martial Arts, I'd be honored."

"However, I must first return my junior brother's ashes to rest on Tianshan, then I will come to Yinxue Tower."

Yang Fei, elated, extended his hand and shook hands with the Sword Emperor.

"Great, I'll await you at Yinxue Tower."

Two days later, a pretty woman arrived at the battlefield.

She wore a black long skirt, a white flower in her hair, kneeling on the hillside paying respects to the undead.

This woman, with her lovely face and starry eyes, was precisely Chen Xingzhu.