"ah!"
Blood splattered, screams rang out, and patrol members fell one after another.
With more than a dozen moves, the patrol team of 14 people became 28 people.
Yes, all the patrol members were cut in half by Ye Lang, with their upper bodies separated from their lower bodies. The scene was extremely bloody.
Ye Lang had a blank expression on his face, no longer nauseous or vomiting, as if he had just done something insignificant.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments froze, and everyone was shocked by this horrifying scene and was speechless.
Ye Lang came up to Jiang Fangzhou with a large gun, tapped the ground with his gun tip, and said in a cold voice:
"Where are Fan Yi and the man behind him? Tell me and I'll kill you."
Jiang Fangzhou howled miserably, and tried desperately with his hands to stuff the leaking internal organs back into his mouth.
Hearing Ye Lang's words, he did not answer.
There was a glint of obsession in his eyes, and he actually laughed.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he spoke intermittently:
"I won't...tell...you."
Ye Lang's eyes turned cold, a flash of light passed by, Jiang Fangzhou's head flew up, and blood spurted out.
He continued forward and came in front of Zhang Xianglai.
Zhang Xiang came early with a pale face, staring blankly, unable to believe that he was broken into two halves.
Ye Lang looked down at him coldly, lifted Zhang Xianglai's chin slightly, and said coldly:
"Where is Fan Yi?"
Blood was gushing out of Zhang Xianglai's abdominal cavity, he let out a vague groan from his throat, and his eyes were full of fear.
Ye Lang frowned impatiently, and with a flash of his sword, Zhang Xianglai's head fell to the ground.
Ye Lang did not ask any more questions about the person behind him.
For someone who was cut in half, being able to hold out for more than ten or twenty seconds was already the limit.
Ye Lang turned around, his eyes as cold as ice, and scanned the patrol team members who were split in half on the ground.
There is no trace of Demon Claw - Fan Yi, Fang - Zhang Qiang, Spike - Liu Hui and Iron Block - Sun Hao.
And that woman Fan Qi is not here either.
What's wrong? Didn't you lead me to the final battle? Where are the people?
Ye Lang was confused and frowned. He looked around. The air was filled with a bloody smell, but there was no clue at all.
"Pah pah pah~"
Suddenly, a round of applause rang out, and a cold voice came from the darkness:
"Ye Lang, you are indeed amazing. The master was right about you."
Ye Lang followed the voice and saw Fan Yi, Zhang Qiang, Liu Hui and Sun Hao emerge from the shadows with sneers on their faces.
The live broadcast room finally recovered from the bloody scene.
Ji Kun: "Another boss, the scene looks so familiar."
You are not surprised: "Last time it was that demon claw, this time there are four, come on, Brother Lang."
Twin Ponytails: "Eh~ These four are so ugly, my husband is still the most handsome. Come on, husband, kill them."
Mi Tao Tao Tao: "I didn't tell you that the word 'fuck' is not good, my husband will fuck them to death."
......
Ye Lang sneered, his eyes sharp as a sword:
"Finally showing up? Your tricks are over."
Fan Yi didn't say anything else, but just raised his claws with glowing nails.
Suddenly, two ferocious fangs emerged from Zhang Qiang's mouth.
Countless spikes appeared all over Liu Hui's body, flashing with cold light.
Sun Hao's skin became as hard as iron, as if indestructible.
Ye Lang took a deep breath, tensed all his muscles, and spun the sword in his hand, with a cold light flashing on the blade.
"I suggest you don't do it. It would be bad if it broke."
"What nonsense."
Ye Lang snorted coldly, and suddenly slashed down with his sword, bringing up a gust of wind.
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