Apollo was unaware of the mysteries of the Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, which can infinitely compress Gang Strength into True Martial Qi Energy.

He suddenly realized that the invincible guy in front of him was actually a True Martial Master comparable to All Gods, and was instantly scared out of his wits.

At this moment, Apollo couldn't even muster the will to resist, let alone take action.

The once insignificant ant had actually grown into a formidable giant!

Bang!

With a loud crash, Yang Fei slammed Apollo into the ground, his calves sunk deeply into the earth, and the tiles shattered.

However, strangely, this earth-shattering palm strike from Yang Fei did not kill Apollo.

Instead, his palm throbbed with a numbness.

Without a second thought, Yang Fei lashed out with a sweeping kick, hitting Apollo squarely in the waist.

Apollo's entire body, as if struck by a massive axe, was lifted off the ground and flung away.

Bam!

Apollo crashed into the left wall of the hall, embedding himself into the wall, while a faint glow shimmered on his body.

It was at this moment that Yang Fei saw it clearly.

When he attacked Apollo, a cylindrical white energy shield suddenly appeared on Apollo's body, protecting him completely.

This energy shield held an unparalleled defensive power, not only neutralizing Yang Fei's heavy blow but also rebounding, making Yang Fei's legs tingle painfully.

"Damn, what the hell is this thing!"

Yang Fei, having never seen such a bulletproof vest-like energy shield, couldn't help but curse.

He wavered momentarily, then charged at Apollo once again.

Apollo struggled a bit and was about to make a move when Yang Fei's Cloud Piercing Kick struck him in the chest and abdomen.

Thud!

Another muffled sound echoed, and the shield on Apollo's body flickered, making him crash through the solid wall like a giant stone and fly out.

Yang Fei keenly observed that this time, the glow of Apollo's energy shield had dimmed significantly.

His heart stirred; it seemed this turtle shell wasn't unbreakable.

Continuous attacks would eventually deplete the energy of the shield, rendering it useless for defense.

At this moment, Mad Blade rushed in, shouting loudly.

"Little Bird Yang, hurry up, we can't hold on any longer."

As he spoke, bullets whistled into the hall, pockmarking the walls, doors, and windows.

Yang Fei watched Apollo flee in a panic and sighed disappointedly.

"Damn it, I couldn't kill him."

Mad Blade fired his rifle in bursts, taking down the soldiers who rushed in through the door.

He shouted loudly, "No time left, there are more of them, and our brothers can't hold on."

In an instant, Yang Fei made a decision and let out a long whistle: "Retreat!"

The Changfeng Squad formed into threes, covering each other as they retreated.

They fired with pinpoint accuracy, picking off the soldiers invading the General's Courtyard.

In the chaos, Fan Yi, clutching the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, rushed to Yang Fei and handed him a string of beads.

"Instructor, this is your stuff."

Yang Fei was delighted and casually took the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and the Three-Star Shine: "Where did you find them?"

Fan Yi rolled over, half-kneeling on the ground, and continued to fire his rifle, killing three or four soldiers at the courtyard entrance.

"In Beldomcen's study."

Yang Fei nodded and casually took the rifle from Fan Yi's hand.

"Quick retreat, I'll cover you."

Fan Yi, being meticulous, rushed to Beldomcen's body, decapitated him, and placed the head in his duffel bag.

He had just charged into the rear courtyard of the General's Mansion with Cui Xiang, battling their way out.

Rat-tat-tat!

The enemy's machine gunners rushed in, unleashing a suppressive fire.

Yang Fei had to roll back and retreat.

Yet, even as he dodged bullets, he fired three shots in rapid succession, taking down the enemy gunners.

This incredible sniping skill frightened the soldiers, causing them to scatter and seek cover.

Just then, over a dozen black objects flew into the hall, like sparrows, emitting white smoke.

"Shit, grenades!"

Yang Fei cursed and rolled towards the rear door of the hall.

Boom boom!

Violent explosions erupted behind him.

The rear door and walls of the hall, as if made of paper, vanished in an instant, collapsing in a cloud of dust.

Yang Fei's ears rang from the shock wave.

He lay on the ground, dodging the impact of the blast, buried under bricks and rubble.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Cui Xiang, and others had already reached the rear door but were startled by the explosion and turned back.

Yang Fei jumped to his feet, waving fervently: "Go, go!"

At the rear entrance of the General's Mansion, Three Swords lay prone with a Gatling heavy machine gun, unleashing a storm of bullets.

His wild barrage left a landscape filled with corpses, the cries of pain unending.

Yang Fei led the team rushing out the rear entrance of the General's Mansion.

Three Swords and Cui Xiang each wielded a Gatling heavy machine gun, providing covering fire.

The Changfeng Squad swiftly formed a spindle-shaped formation, charging through the alley behind the General's Mansion.

Yang Fei cut a path at the forefront.

His precise sniping showed immense power at this moment.

Enemy gunners, grenadiers, missile operators, commanders—often taken out by headshots before they initiated their attacks.

The Changfeng Squad members positioned in the center launched their own attacks simultaneously.

Almost every shot was a precision strike, with each bullet claiming a life.

This kind of executioner's precision fire by battle-hardened veterans became the deadliest Reaper's Scythe, a harvester on the battlefield.

A group comprising warriors with single combat prowess, their combination now demonstrated formidable combat power.

They were like raging flames swept forward by a tornado, a lightning bolt slicing through the sky, an unstoppable force like rolling thunder.

No fortifications or sentries could withstand this ten-member squad!

Apollo stood atop the tall bell tower, watching through binoculars as the Changfeng Squad surged away, gasping in shock.

This team was not unknown to Apollo.

In the past, the Changfeng Squad was formidable, but not to an irresistible degree.

But now, Apollo felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, an overwhelming sense of helplessness and inability to counterattack.

This feeling left Apollo, who considered himself god-like, frustrated beyond words, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavily.

He never anticipated that half of the Changfeng Squad had broken through to Danjin at this moment.

Among the team members, both physical strength and reactive divine sense surpassed any Special Forces King.

With so many Danjin Masters combined, forged in gunfire and war, their strong individual combat qualities had been honed.

This had already surpassed any Special Forces in the world.

And Beldomcen's mercenaries were merely ordinary soldiers—how could they contend with the Changfeng Squad?

The concept that ants could kill an elephant was but an illusion, not the reality at all.

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