There were dozens of people in the ravine, and Ye Fan's punch was smashed into meat paste.

Those people died here before they even had time to scream.

The bright red blood and broken flesh were like a stream, flowing in the gully.

“This ~”

"This...this..."

The scene before his eyes trembled again.

Everyone was stunned. They looked at the mud and blood all over the ground in panic. Then, a rich sense of fear and horror swept out from the depths of their hearts.

"Devil~"

"He is a demon!"

"It's a demon who kills without blinking~"

...

"Escape~"

"Escape!"

....

On the earth below, some people cried and some howled.

Ye Fan's ruthlessness undoubtedly scared them to death.

They never expected that Ye Fan would take such a ruthless move!

With one punch, he killed so many people directly.

Why did he do it?

Isn’t he afraid of retribution?

And just as everyone was panicked, Ye Fan's offensive came again.

"The third form, the sky-turning seal!"

In the words of the Sin Ran, a seal of the sky-covering palm gathered again to form.

That terrible power is even stronger than before.

The monstrous palm print is more fierce than the punch!

It was not until this time that everyone realized that Ye Fan wanted to kill all the powerful people of their countries.

"madman.."

"He's a lunatic~"

Some people cried, some wailed, and some sighed sadly.

Among those desolate words is regret, fear, or resentment.

They shouted, they cried, and they fled in scattered.

But, useless.

Under Ye Fan's huge palm, the lives one by one exploded like a ball under Ye Fan's palm.

The bright red blood burst into all directions.

The day dyed red, the land dyed red, and the thousands of plants and trees dyed red.

For a moment, it seemed like a bloody rain had begun here.

However, the battle has not stopped, and Ye Fan's killing continues.

He was like a life-seeking ghost, waving his sickle, reaping his life frantically.

In front of this young man, these martial arts predecessors from famous countries, one of the strong men, were harvested and slaughtered at will.

Perhaps, there are strong men from all over the country here.

Maybe there are hundreds of people here.

However, to Ye Fan, it was like a state of no one.

There is no resistance, no battle, only one-sided killing.

One person after another fell down, and blood curtains exploded.

A bloody and cruel scene, like purgatory, is constantly being staged here.

If an ordinary person had seen the scene before him, he would have been shocked.

Ye Fan, however, had a expressionless face, surrounding the streets, enjoying his own feast of gluttony.

In just a few breaths, there were nearly a hundred strong men from all over the country who had gathered here, but at this time there were only less than twenty.

Under Ye Fan's power, the surviving people no longer fled and no longer resisted, but knelt on the ground with fear in their eyes and begged for mercy to Ye Fan.

"Ye...Ye...Master, please spare your life~"

"We have no eyes~"

"We are not aware of life and death and offended you."

"We are wrong, and we deserve to die."

"But I am still young. My youngest son is just over a month old. My mother at home still wants me to support me. My wife is still waiting for me to return home~"
Chapter completed!