They shouted, they cried, and they fled in scattered.

But, useless.

Under Ye Fan's huge palm, the lives one by one exploded like a ball under Ye Fan's palm.

The bright red blood burst into all directions.

The day dyed red, the land dyed red, and the thousands of plants and trees dyed red.

For a moment, it seemed like a bloody rain had begun here.

However, the battle has not stopped, and Ye Fan's killing continues.

He was like a life-seeking ghost, waving his sickle, reaping his life frantically.

In front of this young man, these martial arts predecessors from famous countries, one of the strong men, were harvested and slaughtered at will.

Perhaps, there are strong men from all over the country here.

Maybe there are hundreds of people here.

However, to Ye Fan, it was like a state of no one.

There is no resistance, no battle, only one-sided killing.

One person after another fell down, and blood curtains exploded.

A bloody and cruel scene, like purgatory, is constantly being staged here.

If an ordinary person had seen the scene before him, he would have been shocked.

Ye Fan, however, had a expressionless face, surrounding the streets, enjoying his own feast of gluttony.

In just a few breaths, there were nearly a hundred strong men from all over the country who had gathered here, but at this time there were only less than twenty.

Under Ye Fan's power, the surviving people no longer fled and no longer resisted, but knelt on the ground with fear in their eyes and begged for mercy to Ye Fan.

The whole person was so scared that he almost died.

"Ye...Ye...Master, please spare your life~"

"We have no eyes~"

"We are not aware of life and death and offended you."

"We are wrong, and we deserve to die."
Chapter completed!