Feng Qingshui's face was sullen, and his lips twitched slightly.
"Have you said enough of your last words?"
He waved his hand, pointing at Lin Fan.
"Kill."
The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion, sending chills down one's spine.
Bang!
Nearly a hundred heavily armored soldiers moved at the command! An immense momentum!
In an instant, dust flew and yellow sand filled the sky!
Silver blades slashed out, cold glints rampant!
Deathly silence!
Still deathly silence!
After the uniform and courage-boosting shouts.
Within a radius of ten miles, not a sound was heard.
All around, the desolate sandy lands, in the distance, lay a few crooked ruins, having been abandoned for decades.
The fierce wind howled past, lifting up a sky full of dust.
Hitting the faces of the soldiers, making them unable to open their eyes.
After waiting for a moment, the yellow sand dispersed.
The spot where Lin Fan originally stood, surprisingly, was empty!
