The standoff continued, and it appeared that these bandit leaders wanted to take their subordinates away.

He couldn't figure out who Ye Li was either, and it was probably best not to provoke such a mysterious guy.

"Of course, we will leave a few bags of food as compensation for disturbing your life."

He winked at the people behind him, and two sacks of wheat were brought over.

Although this food was quite precious to them, they considered paying to avoid trouble as a form of toll.

Just when they thought they had done their job and could slip away, getting far away from Ye Li...

"Wait, you can't leave."

"Are you truly unwilling to reconcile? Although your sword strike just now was indeed fierce, we brothers are not to be trifled with."

“I didn’t want to, and they didn’t want to either. It’s the cycle of cause and effect; those who kill will be killed in return.”

His goal was to seek justice for those who died at the hands of soldiers and bandits.

Ye Li moved in the blink of an eye, before the soldiers and bandits could even react.

"Whoosh..."

Approaching the one-armed figure from before, a flash of silver light appeared, and the elephant-headed creature landed on the ground.

"Clatter..."

The headless corpse's neck had become a red fountain, staining the yellow earth crimson.

What a huge head! His expression was frozen in the moment before he died. Was it disbelief because of the difference in their strength, or did he not expect Ye Li to actually make a move?

"Kill him! If we don't kill him, we won't survive either. He outnumbers us and can't possibly defeat all of us."

The leader realized what was happening and raised the two large axes strapped to his waist to chop at Ye Li.

He had to ignite the fighting spirit and morale of the other soldiers at this moment. The so-called battle was one where whoever was afraid first would be at a disadvantage and more likely to fail.

Moreover, what he said was correct; there were more than a dozen of them, but only one Ye Li.

He refused to believe that this guy could kill them all before he ran out of energy.

"Alright, come and kill them."

He took a step forward and dodged a bronze hammer to the left, which crashed to the ground, creating a large crater.

He raised his hand, swung his sword, and with a flash of silver light, the unfortunate man was sliced ​​open from shoulder to head.

It felt incredibly smooth and silky to the touch; Ye Li didn't feel any resistance at all.

He took a step back, and the leader's sweeping axe was only a finger's width away from his cloth clothes, but it had no effect because it didn't touch him.

At the same moment the enemy's attack ended, he thrust forward, the tip of the iron sword piercing the leader's throat, and with another slash, the head fell to the ground.

"A monster, this is a monster in human skin..."

At the moment he was stabbed, the leader and Ye Li locked eyes. He didn't see the hatred and anger in the eyes of those he had killed.

Instead, it was a different kind of strange emotion that shouldn't be here.

Pity? Ye Li killed him, yet he still pities him?

It's incomprehensible that the leader's consciousness would fall into darkness at this moment.

The leader was dead, but the battle did not stop, because once the fighting began, it could only end with the annihilation of one side.

Ye Li's face was not flushed and he was not out of breath, and he seemed to be under no pressure at all.

The idea of ​​a dozen people attacking Ye Li sounds impressive, but their large size and the use of heavy weapons mean that, to avoid friendly fire, only about three people can pose a threat to Ye Li at any given time.

This level of difficulty is not a big problem for him.

Beheading, beheading, pierce the heart and then behead.

Apart from the leader, almost no one could survive a single move from Ye Li; they all met an inexplicable end.

"Although you have committed countless evils, I will still do my best to give you a death without too much pain."

In less than twenty breaths, only Ye Li remained standing there, while more than a dozen heads and a dozen headless corpses lay on the ground.