Dozens more dark knights rushed out, wielding cold spears, and charged towards Ye Feng.
"court death!"
Ye Feng angrily smashed the iron hammer in his hand.
More than a dozen dark knights were smashed into pieces, their remains blurred and embedded in the shattered floor tiles.
Grand Tutor Yan Song has already fled and, together with the newly appointed US Foreign Secretary Ghosn and Dr. Jones, has taken refuge in an ancient church.
"Yan Song, you old scoundrel, I will kill you today!"
Ye Feng, wielding a blood-dripping iron hammer, strode after him.
Shrinking to the size of an inch, a single stride covers nearly a kilometer.
Lan Yu, Dongfang Sheng, and others followed closely behind.
Jiang Yinuo leaped up, her skirt fluttering, and caught up.
Huang Fengyi and Liu Shiru were two women, one carrying a hiking backpack and with a slender and graceful figure.
The latter held a long sword, his fair face shrouded in frost, each possessing their own unique charm.
The ancient church stands in the large square in front, having withstood hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
It records the rise and fall of the Western monastic community and is a landmark building.
Ancient magic circles are hidden on the moss-covered ground around the church, with faint lights flashing by.
Of course, ordinary people can't see it at all.
Ye Feng sensed a familiar aura here and frowned.
The aura was so faint that it quickly vanished.
"Xiaofeng, look at this church, doesn't it look a lot like the one in that video?"
Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo pointed her large black iron spear at the church path in the large square ahead.
"Yes, this is the place."
Ye Feng nodded.
The video Yan Bing sent him was already deeply imprinted in his mind; he had already figured it out without needing to proofread it.
Dongfang Sheng and the others around them all knew some things about Ye Feng's parents.
Everyone wisely kept quiet, even the usually talkative old weasel shut its mouth.
Ye Feng closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if trying to sense the presence of his mother who had once been here.
Unfortunately, there was nothing but the howling wind, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Yan Song, he must know his mother's whereabouts.
"You scoundrel, you think you can hide in the church and I can't kill you?"
Ye Feng swung the large iron hammer in his hand and smashed the church door open with a loud bang.
The heavy door was smashed into pieces, and half of the wall was also smashed down.
The surrounding magic arrays emitted a dazzling light, attempting to stop it, but Ye Feng cleaved them in two with a single sword strike.
There aren't many fancy moves.
Such a simple sword strike, as easy as stealing butter.
"Yan Song, get out here!"
Ye Feng's voice echoed in the ancient church.
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