Yang Fei casually wiped the bloodstains on his face.
But he had forgotten that his hands were also soaked in blood.
As a result, Yang Fei's handsome face was now smeared with blood, making him look extremely terrifying.
Yang Fei sighed and took out a cigarette from his pocket, fatigue surging over him like an incoming tide.
Just at that moment, an unimaginable sense of crisis flashed through his entire body like lightning.
Yang Fei's hair and the hairs on his body stood up, like a startled porcupine.
The vast and unstoppable killing intent surged at Yang Fei from behind.
Yang Fei grabbed the sniper rifle and fired without looking back.
However, Yang Fei's sniper bullet hit nothing; there was nothing behind him.
Boom!
Midair, a massive force descended, like the thunderous roar of a storm.
Yang Fei had no time to retreat, so he used the heavy sniper in front of him as a shield.
Boom!
With a dull thud, the barrel of Yang Fei's sniper bent into a U-shape.
