Bang!
Lin Fei struck a death warrior's chest with a palm, causing the chest to collapse instantly, and the warrior spat out a mouthful of blood!
The next moment, Lin Fei punched another death warrior in the face, sending a mouthful of bloody teeth flying out.
Lin Fei's fists and palms changed endlessly, like a storm of wind and thunder. Wherever he went, the Eastern death warriors screamed in agony, the sounds of breaking bones echoing incessantly. Lin Fei fought more fiercely the longer the battle, as if he were in an uninhabited land.
In just a few breaths, twenty or thirty Eastern death warriors were smashed to the ground, some dead, others wounded. Most of the Samurai swords in their hands were either knocked away or broken by Lin Fei's palms, falling to the ground like scrap metal.
