In the ravine, there were dozens of people, and they were smashed into flesh by Ye Fan’s punch.
Those people died here before they even had time to scream.
The red blood and the broken flesh and blood, like a stream, gurgled in that gully.
“This~”
“This this…”
The scene before him shook everyone again.
Everyone was stunned, they looked at the mud and blood all over the floor with panic. Then, a strong touch of fear and astonishment swept from the bottom of their hearts
“Devil~”
“He is a demon!”
“It’s a demon who kills without blinking~”
…
“Escape~”
“Run away!”
….
On the ground below, some were crying and some howling.
Ye Fan’s fierceness undoubtedly scared them to death.
They never thought that Ye Fan would be so cruel!
One punch directly killed so many people.
Why did he drop it?
Isn’t he afraid of retribution?
But just as everyone panicked, Ye Fan’s offensive struck again.
“The third type, the seal of the sky!”
Among the senran words, a palm print covering the sky once again gathered and formed.
That terrible power was even stronger than before.
That monstrous palm print is even stronger than that punch!
It wasn’t until this time that everyone realized that Ye Fan wanted to kill all the powerhouses of their countries.
“madman..”
“He is a lunatic~”
Some people cried, some wailed, some sighed sadly.
Among the desolate words is regret, fear, or resentment.
They were shouting, they were crying, they were running away.
But it’s useless.
Under Ye Fan’s huge palm, each life, like a ball, exploded under Ye Fan’s palm.
The red blood shot everywhere.
The day was red, the land was red, and the thousands of plants and trees were red.
For a time, the world here was like a bloody rain.
However, the battle did not end, Ye Fan’s killing continued.
He is like a life-demanding ghost, waving a sickle, reaping his life crazily.
In front of this young man, these martial arts predecessors who are well-known from various countries, a powerful person, just like grass, were harvested and killed at will by him.
Perhaps, here are the powerhouses of all countries.
Perhaps, there are hundreds of people here.
However, to Ye Fan, it was like no one.
There is no resistance, no fighting, only one-sided killing.
One after another fell, the blood curtain after another exploded.
The bloody and cruel scene, like purgatory, will continue to be staged here.
If it is an ordinary person, seeing the scene before him, I am afraid that it would have been horrified.
But Ye Fan was expressionless, in the meantime, enjoying his own, gluttonous feast.
In just a few breaths, there were nearly a hundred powerful people from various countries who originally gathered here, but now there are only less than twenty left.
Under Ye Fan’s power, the surviving people no longer flee, no longer resist, but knelt on the ground with fearful eyes, facing Ye Fan, begging for mercy.
“Ye… Ye… Grandmaster, please be forgiving~”
“We have eyes but no beads~”
“We are the one who offended you life and death.”
“We are at fault, we deserve to die.”
“But I’m still young. My youngest son has just reached his full moon, and my mother in the family wants me to support me. My wife is still waiting for me to return to China~”
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