Ren Feng loosened his grip, and Song Ziwen's corpse fell to his feet, his face still full of disbelief.
Song Ziwen was dead, killed on the plane back to the United States.
This plane was already filled with countless corpses: the bodies of four-star experts, War God Frederick, Song Ziwen, and Huyan.
Next in line was Purple Thorn.
Purple Thorn looked at Ren Feng approaching her, her heart full of panic, her eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.
"Purple Thorn, it's time for us to settle this."
Ren Feng said indifferently.
He walked slowly toward Purple Thorn, his face incredibly calm, as if restraining his terrifying aura.
"The incident years ago was due to your Demon Mercenary Corps' initial mistake. My counter-attack was self-defense, and now you've been pressing me step by step." Ren Feng said calmly, "You must reap what you sow."
