Mad Blade spoke as he gave Yang Fei a big bear hug, laughing heartily.

Yang Fei struggled to break free from Mad Blade's embrace, cursing as he did.

"Damn it, I'm not a girl, why are you hugging me so tight?"

Mad Blade, feeling slightly emotional, sighed.

"Honestly, Little Bird Yang, I thought you were done for this time."

"The world is already so boring. If you really died, living would be no fun at all."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, good people don't live long, while troublemakers live for a thousand years. I'm no good person, so I won't die young."

Mad Blade couldn't help but be curious: "How did you actually survive?"

"Who was that man? I remember your heartbeat had completely stopped..."

At this point, Mad Blade still felt a bit scared.

Speaking of that man, Yang Fei also felt a bit helpless.

"I don't know who that guy is either, but I could sense his Martial Arts Realm is unfathomable."

"He might be on par with Uncle Fuu, the Old Taoist, or possibly even more powerful."

Mad Blade was shaken.

He had witnessed the skills of the Old Taoist and Uncle Fuu firsthand, and they could already be considered the pinnacle of this world.

Now there's another equally powerful Great Master, it's terrifying.

Yang Fei spat on the ground.

"It was that guy who threw me into the mine, making me a slave for a week."

Mad Blade was stunned: "What was that for?"

Yang Fei knew in his heart, but things like Phoenix Extreme were supernatural and couldn't be revealed to Mad Blade.

He laughed heartily: "Of course, it was to save those more than a thousand slaves."

"I was born to be extraordinary, I am the Savior."

The two walked and chatted as they ventured into the deep forest.

Not far off, Fan Yi, Long Xia, and their group rushed over, embracing and greeting each other in high spirits.

Reuniting with these brothers through life and death, Yang Fei was also moved, hugging everyone and briefly recounting what had happened since they parted.

Upon hearing about the various inhumane things happening in the Diamond Mines, everyone was furious and praised Yang Fei for inciting the slave revolt, saying his merits were boundless.

Yang Fei sighed: "But, that's exactly where the problem lies."

"Beldomcen has mobilized two full regiments, surrounding the mines, launching attack after attack."

"If this continues, the mines won't last long."

Speaking here, he casually broke off a branch and drew a diagram on the ground, explaining his plan.

"To save these many slaves, we need to first eliminate the warlord Beldomcen.

Once he's dead, the enemy's high command will be thrown into chaos, and the situation at the mines might ease up."

Everyone nodded in agreement with Yang Fei's plan.

Fan Yi raised his head: "Coach, we understand, please give the order?"

In previous battles, Yang Fei had executed assassination plans more than once or twice.

He immediately issued orders to everyone, preparing to execute the assassination plan.

The location where the warlord Beldomcen was entrenched was a place 80 kilometers west of the mine, called Delan Town.

Delan Town was strategically located, surrounded by mountains on three sides and adjacent to a desolate desert area on the fourth.

This desert, known as the Sea of Death, was Beldomcen's last retreat.

He was ruthless, having killed many during the Ilfaran coup.

Fearing total disaster, he occupied Delan Town to ensure a retreat into the desert at any time.

At this moment, Yang Fei and his team had quietly entered the western desert.

The other three directions were heavily guarded with sentries and fortifications.

The Changfeng Squad wanted to enter, but it might as well be trying to fly in as flies.

Though the western desert was also heavily guarded, its vast expanse made it difficult to fully defend.

The Changfeng Squad circled around for a long time and finally approached Delan Town before nightfall.

Delan Town had now turned into a military exclusion zone.

All civilians were forcibly evacuated, and all residences were turned into heavily fortified structures.

Yang Fei and the Changfeng Team Members lay in the desert pit, patiently waiting for nightfall, enduring the scorching sand burning their skin under the intense heat of nearly over forty degrees, causing them to sweat profusely.

However, such harsh environments were not particularly challenging for the Changfeng Squad.

Two kilometers away stood the fortifications built by Beldomcen's troops, the only passage into the town.

The first target for the Changfeng Squad to capture was this heavily guarded sentry post.

Finally, the flat, yolk-colored sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and darkness fell.

As Yang Fei ate compressed dry food and canned goods with Mad Blade, Long Xia, and a few others, Scout Fan Yi returned.

Fan Yi drew a rough map, marking the location of Beldomcen's residence.

Various indications showed that this famous warlord of Ilfaran was currently arranging military operations at his residence.

Yang Fei calculated the shift change time for the desert sentry; they had a two-hour window from nightfall.

Two hours was enough for the Changfeng Squad to launch an assassination mission.

Yang Fei quietly assigned combat tasks, waving his hand to signal the start of operations.

Frontline operatives Ghost Wolf and Shen Feng silently moved towards the desert sentry.

Under the cover of night, the desert resembled snow, making it easy to be spotted. Fortunately, there were plenty of sand pits available for concealment.

Ghost Wolf and Shen Feng crept like two hunting leopards, daggers in their mouths, inching towards the sentry.

The left and right sides of the sentry were semicircular defenses made of sandbags.

Inside the fortifications, there were heavy machine guns, their long ammunition belts trailing onto the sandy ground.

They were less than a kilometer from Delan Town; any gunfire would alert the large army within the town.

Thus, Ghost Wolf and Shen Feng had to use cold weapons, silently eliminating the sentry post's enemies.

They approached to within less than three meters of the left and right fortifications.

Two hundred meters away, the Changfeng Squad held their breath, watching the two Hunters approach their prey.

Ghost Wolf gently removed the dagger from his mouth and subtly raised his left hand, signaling to Shen Feng.

Shen Feng understood, watching as Ghost Wolf's three fingers on his left hand bent down one by one, inversely gripping the Triangular Military Spike.

When Ghost Wolf's last finger bent, he swiped his left hand down forcefully.

His body arched and leapt upward, forming an arc as he bolted into the fortification like lightning.

Simultaneously, Shen Feng's body also traced a perfect arc, leaping into the stronghold.

Two hundred meters away, Yang Fei silently praised them.

In just one year, Ghost Wolf and Shen Feng had evolved from gold-medal fighters in the Underworld to formidable Warrior Kings.

Their moves truly had the elegance of a hunting leopard.

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