Chapter 382: Capture Zia Alive and Return
Outside the mansion, Ye Fan began a slaughter. To call it a slaughter would be an understatement; it was more like a harvest of death. The enemies before him were like crops, easily mown down by the farmer’s scythe, falling one after another like rows of wheat.
It was an overwhelming scene. Regardless of the number of foes standing before him, the men brought by the Zia lieutenant had no resistance whatsoever in Ye Fan’s hands. Their only fate was death.
Gradually, fear gripped the enemies, a terror that seeped into their souls and weighed heavily on their hearts.
"This is terrifying. He’s not human; he’s a demon, a demon." The soldiers on the Zia lieutenant’s side muttered in low growls, too afraid to charge at Ye Fan, choosing instead to retreat, even if just a glance from Ye Fan sent chills down their spines.
They had no choice but to run. In that moment, they could no longer care about the Zia lieutenant’s orders. They only wanted to escape this wretched place, fearing that if they stayed, they would become corpses themselves, a fate they did not wish upon themselves.
The warriors on the Zia lieutenant’s side fled like a collapsing mountain, dispersing like a desperate retreat.
In Ye Fan’s hands alone, it was a display of absolute domination.
Ye Fan stood resolute in the battlefield, and after the intense battle, the area outside the mansion had turned into ruins, filled with smoke and debris.
His figure appeared in the area where Du Xueqi had been holding off the enemy. He surveyed the surroundings but found no trace of Du Xueqi, and upon realizing this, his expression slightly tensed.
Du Xueqi’s disappearance was currently his greatest concern.
The Zia lieutenant was furious, his expression gloomy.
"Damn it, damn it."