Chapter 63: Chapter 62: Ghost Head Blockade
"Okay!"
Tian Can imdiately contacted Black Fog.
At that mont, under their close coordination, Di Que took the lead with a small squad and rushed forward. The opposing rcenaries were shocked and hurriedly scrambled to intercept them.
As they panicked, Black Fog made his move. The guards at the gate were several South Korean Martial Artists, all masters of Taekwondo. There were six of them, standing majestically. Each was strong, at the peak of the Inner Strength realm, which marked them as second-tier experts. In this world, even second-tier experts were not plentiful. A step further and they would be Postnatal Martial Artists—first-tier experts.
The battle outside had nothing to do with them. For the mont, they were vigilantly watching their surroundings.
Suddenly, a dark shadow dropped among them, startling the martial artists as it landed right in their midst.
"Ah!" one of the martial artists scread. He had been stabbed in the kidney by Black Fog and died instantly. The man closest to Black Fog had just enough ti to react before he found himself unable to breathe, perishing on the spot.
The remaining four charged at Black Fog together.
Black Fog engaged them in a fierce fray. However, his strength and speed far surpassed theirs. In the blink of an eye, he effortlessly took down two of them.
Although Black Fog was considerably inferior to Ye Fan, Ye Fan was, after all, the number one King of Heaven in Martial Arts and couldn’t be compared to ordinary people.
At that mont, Black Fog used the fingerprints of the six dead n to open the protective gate.
When Ye Fan saw the protective gate had been breached, he said, "I’m leaving the enemies outside to you. Don’t you dare embarrass ! I’ll go check the inside!"
"Alright, Boss, rest assured! We’ll handle everything!" Tian Can assured him.
Ye Fan moved swiftly, slaughtering anyone who dared to block his path and leaving no survivors.
Black Fog asked him, "Do you need my help?"
"No need. Just stay out here," Ye Fan said.
Black Fog nodded, then once again lded into the Dark Night, ready to slaughter the remaining rcenaries and Martial Artists.
Ye Fan moved quickly into the deepest part of the factory, only to discover a massive cage imprisoning at least a thousand laborers.
It was truly a blood-soaked factory.
When the laborers saw Ye Fan arrive, they began to plead with him to let them out, their cries and wails filling the air.
"Shut up!" Ye Fan commanded.
The laborers cowered in the corners, too scared to speak.
Ye Fan stood his ground, a sense of unease washing over him. Just as he expected, the laborers began to tremble in their corner. He turned and saw a burly man who had just kicked open a large door.
An iron chain was shackled to the man’s arm. His muscles were so large they looked like they were about to burst. His height was nearly two ters. Ye Fan’s own physique was quite strong, but he paled in comparison to this man. There was no comparison at all.
Ye Fan was wary of him.
The man spoke. "I am the Ghost Beast who guards this place. How dare you trespass? Today, I’m going to eat your flesh!"
What a peculiar na, Ghost Beast. Ye Fan felt a wave of disgust.
He retorted, "You speak the language of the Divine Land, which proves you’re one of its people. For one of our own to sell their life to n from those other countries... you’re a disgrace!"
He didn’t mince his words at all.
"I don’t find it disgraceful," the Ghost Beast replied. "In my eyes, as long as there’s money, anything is negotiable!"
He imdiately charged, intending to kill Ye Fan.
His physique was powerful and robust. When he threw a punch, Ye Fan swiftly dodged, and the man’s arm smashed into the floor, shattering it instantly. His strength was clearly beyond imagination.
The prisoners shivered, for they had personally witnessed Ghost Beast tear two n limb from limb when they had tried to escape. He was the embodint of their nightmares, a nightmare that brought only despair when it returned. To them, Ghost Beast was the Asura King of Hell. This Asura King was truly not soone to be provoked.
His speed wasn’t great. His massive physique clearly slowed him down.
"I’m going to tear you apart!" he roared at Ye Fan.
He then slamd his fist against a nearby pillar, causing the entire area to shake. The pillar shattered. Since it was made of plaster, a huge cloud erupted on impact, like an atomic bomb. No, not smoke—a cloud of dust that enveloped everything.
Through the dust, Ghost Beast saw an upright figure appear. It was Ye Fan, diving down from above.
"My body is indestructible! Bring it on!" Ghost Beast taunted arrogantly.
However, at that mont, Ye Fan unleashed Cangtian’s Record, his fist transforming into two fingers aid straight for Ghost Beast’s eyes.
"AH!" An agonized scream echoed from within the dust. The prisoners stared in terror at the swirling cloud; the fight had been too fast for them to see clearly.
With just two fingers, Ye Fan had pierced through Ghost Beast’s eyeballs.
He knew Ghost Beast’s weakest spot was his eyes. And so, he had succeeded.
As the dust settled, Ghost Beast stood howling in pain, clutching his bleeding eye sockets.
As the King of Heaven, Ye Fan’s insight was terrifyingly sharp, allowing him to always pinpoint his opponent’s weakness in an instant.
Blinded, Ghost Beast stumbled about, swinging wildly, unable to determine where Ye Fan was. Ye Fan charged forward and landed a punch on him, sending him crashing through a nearby wall. His physique was indeed strong. Ye Fan knew that this punch would have pierced through an ordinary Martial Artist, but it hadn’t penetrated Ghost Beast’s body.
"I’m going to tear you apart!" Ghost Beast bellowed.
He staggered to his feet and charged in Ye Fan’s general direction, though he had no idea of his exact position.
Ye Fan picked up a steel rebar that had fallen from the shattered pillar and launched his own attack.
BANG!
The next mont, the steel rebar plunged through Ghost Beast’s eye socket and straight through his head.
Ghost Beast struggled desperately for a mont before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
The scene was excessively gory. The prisoners locked behind the iron gate watched Ye Fan in horror.
Ye Fan smashed the iron gate open with a single kick.
Then he said, "Follow this road and get out of here!"
These people had been tornted for so long that they scrambled to escape without a word of thanks. As for Ye Fan, he hadn’t expected them to thank him anyway.
Outside, the battle had reached a fever pitch. Di Que and Tian Can were invincible, cutting down all who stood in their path. As for Black Fog, he moved like a Demon King in the darkness. Wielding his dagger, he would often slit an enemy’s throat before they even knew what was happening. In terms of sheer speed and efficiency of killing, neither Tian Can nor Di Que could compare.
The two were furiously envious because Black Fog had stolen all their thunder. What the hell! This place was like Hell itself.
Suddenly, from another direction, a team of nine Ninjas appeared, all working in tight coordination. One imdiately charged at Di Que. Di Que blocked him, but another attacked from the side. Di Que shot out his left hand and caught the blade of his katana.
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