Chapter 1536 - 1537: Facing the Enemy
The Night Clan girls quickly retreated with Yang Fei, and watching this scene, everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.
Yang Fei, who was just now frightened out of his wits with no warrior demeanor, had now astonishingly taken down an incredibly formidable top master.
Ye Shengge cheered loudly.
"I understand now; this is Master's strategy of retreating to advance, it's truly brilliant."
Ye Liuguang looked at Yang Fei with admiration, patting her chest with lingering fear.
"I thought Master was just a cowardly guy afraid of death, scared me to death."
Ye Shengge gave Ye Liuguang a glance, wanting to say something but ultimately shook her head and sighed.
"Master's methods are unfathomable, we were all fooled by him."
Ye Liuguang giggled, her face full of admiration.
"This is what Master calls the Art of War, 'turning reality into illusion, and illusion into reality,' I truly learned a lesson."
Ye Shengge also sighed, a smile uncontrollably appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Master's talents are as vast as the sea, we have much to learn."
The two girls discussed while the other Night Clan experts all looked at Yang Fei with admiration, talking among themselves.
"That pretty boy must be a divine envoy; Master easily killed a True Martial Master, truly impressive."
"In all battles, attacking the heart is the highest strategy; Master often tells us this, and unexpectedly, he personally demonstrated this lesson, leaving us in awe."
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Yang Fei, uninterested in the crowd's discussions, carried the Barrett Heavy Sniper with an air of confidence and approached Chu Zhuang.
"No need to say, you must also be a divine envoy? Tell me where your god is, and I might spare your life."
Chu Zhuang tenderly touched his own face, inhaling sharply, his face filled with resentment.
"You ruined my handsome face, do you think I can still go on living? I will perish together with you."
As he spoke, he abruptly stood up, but unfortunately, his injuries were too severe, and he stumbled, sitting back down abruptly.
Yang Fei looked at Chu Zhuang's face with surprise; Chu Zhuang's face only had a slight abrasion.
This minor abrasion was nothing compared to the large bullet hole in his chest.
However, this narcissistic guy didn't even glance at his lethal chest wound, instead cradling his face in self-pity.
Yang Fei couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the other Night Clan girls also giggled incessantly.
Listening to the laughter, Chu Zhuang felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
He always believed himself to be of heavenly fragrance and incomparable handsomeness.
At this moment, the crowd's ridicule became the most vicious curse in the world.
Chu Zhuang slowly climbed up, bent over, gasping for air, his eyes filled with venom staring at Yang Fei.
"You will regret this, the god will never let you go."
Chu Zhuang finished speaking, suddenly pulling out a dagger, stabbing it fiercely into his heart.
This shocked Yang Fei and the others; they didn't expect this pretty boy to be this ruthless.
Yang Fei watched Chu Zhuang collapse, blood gushing from beneath him, shaking his head.
"Why do this? A world of dead swirls, I truly don't understand."
Chu Zhuang's eyes quickly dimmed, a gray hue surfacing.
A serene smile emerged on his face.
"You wouldn't understand, ugliness and aging are the greatest evils in the world."
As he said this, his voice suddenly hoarse, his breath ceased, blood poured from his mouth corners.
Yang Fei shook his head, looking at Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang, muttering to himself.
"This guy is fussier than a woman, deserves to die."
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang had already discarded their earlier panic, seeing Yang Fei defeat another envoy.
Their eyes filled with worship as they looked at Yang Fei.
However, Yang Fei felt increasingly heavy-hearted.
The two divine envoys he had eliminated were both True Martial Masters, and the Grand Priest's realm was unknown.
As for the legendary god, it was beyond conjecture; Yang Fei only felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.
"Damn it, life or death, I don't care what happens."
However, such worries only lingered in Yang Fei's mind for a few seconds before he shook them off, muttering discontentedly.
He waved to Ye Shengge, "Take care of this person's body, continue with your training."
"Beep!"
At this moment, a sharp alarm sounded throughout the Night Clan headquarters.
Ye Shengge was startled, and Ye Liuguang's expression changed.
A Night Clan expert involuntarily cried out.
"Bad, this is the intruder alarm sound."
Yang Fei listened to the piercing siren, finding it incredulous.
"You actually have intruders here?"
Ye Shengge didn't have time to explain to Yang Fei, seriously listening, suddenly turning around.
"Master, the alarm is coming from the southwest direction, it must be a Barbarian Tribe invasion, we need immediate assistance."
Yang Fei was a bit puzzled, then overjoyed.
"Are the barbarians of the Fang-like Perilous Land invading? Great, maybe I can find traces of my Evil Dragon Brothers."
So saying, he led the charge, as fast as lightning.
Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang led 18 Night Clan experts, following Yang Fei, rushing southwest.
Ye Shengge caught up with Yang Fei, her face full of confusion.
"The invasion of the barbarians from the Fang-like Perilous Land has come early. They usually wait for the War Tree fruit to ripen to plunder food."
Yang Fei coldly snorted, "Perhaps that god is causing trouble behind the scenes, I can sense his deep hostility."
Ye Liuguang dashed to Yang Fei's left side, gritting her teeth.
"The bowstring's drawn, no turning back now; defeat the barbarians first."
Yang Fei and Ye Shengge both nodded, Yang Fei drew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, but tossed the Bai Qi sword to Ye Shengge.
Ye Shengge knew the Longsword was a Martial Arts treasure, invaluable; seeing Yang Fei casually toss it to her without a word, her heart warmed.
Before she could say anything, Yang Fei had already sped to the front, swooshing away.
Along the long corridor, Night Clansmen continuously joined the squad, running ahead.
The team grew larger, ultimately turning into a vast squad of more than a hundred.
In the southwest sky, a massive vortex-shaped hole appeared, with blood-red clouds hanging low.
The clouds formed a funnel shape, larger above and smaller below, from which countless barbarians streamed.
They swung their Wolf Fang clubs, surging toward the Night Clansmen like a mountain avalanche.
At this moment, the Four Great Matriarchs had already assembled the elite experts of the clan, ready and waiting.
Row upon row of Night Clan experts, holding bows and arrows, half-crouched on the ground, bows drawn.
The sharp arrowheads pointed at the roaring, advancing barbarians, each person's face filled with a murderous aura.
The barbarians wielded massive shields and held Wolf Fang clubs.
Each Barbarian Warrior stood nearly over two meters tall, their roaring voices earth-shatteringly loud, exuding an astonishing momentum.
As the barbarians charged closer, Ye Mingzhu waved his left hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Long arrows rained down like a storm towards the barbarians.
The Night Clan's arrows targeted the barbarians' eyes, throats, and other vital areas.
Yet the barbarians hid behind their giant shields.
As a result, although the Night Clan experts' arrows were formidable, they couldn't really harm the barbarians.
After a volley of arrows, a dozen laggard barbarians were hit in vital spots, their screams earth-shattering.
But over 40 other barbarians had already charged to the Night Clan archers' front.