Ye Chen, like a killing god, wielded two Mountain Axes alone, chopping left and hacking right. He didn't seem to be slaughtering, rather, he appeared to be dancing, performing a Michael Jackson robotic dance. Ye Chen's posture was incredibly cool, capturing Gongsun Yue's attention. Blood danced with Ye Chen, and the frantic shouting of his little brothers sounded like a background score.
"Kill!" Feng Zhixiao, gripping a machete, charged out and continuously took down more than a dozen people. He suddenly found he wasn't tired at all. Had it been before, such intense activity would have surely left him gasping for air. Unexpectedly, he really had undergone some changes. Feng Zhixiao thought to himself that it must be the result of tempering his body in the Ancient Lava Cave. His physical condition had greatly improved.
Feng Zhixiao shouted, "Liu the Tyrant, cover Brother Chen! Da Xia, Haozi, Xiao Bai... we will be the arrowhead!"
