Seven or eight figures charged madly towards Yang Fei at the top of the Demon Tower.

Under the night sky, their figures were like lightning, with the burning Essence Qi soaring like smoke and directly into the clouds.

Seeing this, Yang Fei immediately knew things were not good.

These seven or eight Witch Kings were all True Martial Masters, while he was just a Gan Strength Super God ant, utterly inconsequential. Now, the best strategy was to escape according to the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

Holding his rifle, Yang Fei ran downstairs.

However, as soon as he reached the seventh level, two Witch Kings from below had already charged up, brimming with murderous energy.

Yang Fei stomped hard, causing the stone beam stairs beneath him to collapse with a roar.

At this moment, the red-haired Witch King Qiang Liang shouted, leaping into the air with a Cloud Piercing Kick aimed at Yang Fei at the top of the stairs.

Yang Fei snorted. This guy relied on being a True Martial Master, but in front of a King Sniper, such an attack was simply courting death.

Yang Fei fired the rifle, bang bang, sending three bullets directly towards Qiang Liang's forehead.

Qiang Liang was shocked; his speed made it difficult for any sniper to capture his figure, which is why he dared to attack Yang Fei rashly.

However, Qiang Liang never expected Yang Fei's sniping to be so masterful, lifting the rifle and shooting so quickly, each bullet was a chasing deathstroke.

Qiang Liang screamed, forcibly twisting in mid-air, bending and shrinking his body to dodge the bullets.

He barely avoided a critical hit to the forehead, raising his True Martial Qi Energy all over his body to form a Rune Armor on his surface.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Yang Fei's bullets mercilessly penetrated Qiang Liang's thighs and shoulder, with one directly piercing his left ribs, blooming into three blood flowers.

The Rune Armor of a True Martial Master can reduce the damage and penetration power of bullets, but ultimately cannot resist them.

Qiang Liang underestimated Yang Fei and paid a heavy price.

Enduring the severe pain, Qiang Liang rolled to the ground, performing two consecutive rolls to quickly hide in a corner.

Yang Fei did not let up, the bullets sounded with bangs, hitting the wall causing stone chips to fly and sparks to scatter.

This round of sniping not only frightened Qiang Liang, making him afraid to show his face but also terrified another Witch King.

Neither of them expected that in this world, there would be a marksman capable of capturing their movements.

Such a sniper is truly one of a kind!

Seizing the moment when they evaded the bullets, Yang Fei pushed open the Demon Tower's window, glancing down.

Below, countless Wu Clan soldiers were densely packed, with numerous masters mixed in.

Yang Fei felt secretly alarmed; this time, escape seemed impossible.

Below the stairs, five or six Witch Kings gathered.

At this moment, hearing the gunfire above stop, two Witch Kings moved again, rushing up.

No matter the level of mastery, as long as their body was suspended in the air and unable to change position, to Yang Fei, they were just live targets.

Seeing this, Yang Fei cursed foolishly and fired twice more, the bullets whistling out, precisely aiming at the two Witch Kings' heads.

The speed of True Martial Masters had reached the human limit, ordinary snipers couldn't capture the target to shoot.

However, these True Martial Masters were facing a monster like Yang Fei.

Yang Fei activated the Tortoise Mirror, immediately and accurately visualizing the movement trajectories of the two figures in his mind, the bullets flew through the air, bang bang.

One Witch King hurriedly protected his head with his hand, getting shot in the arm.

The other was shot in the head, nearly getting blasted open, screaming miserably as he fell.

Yang Fei delighted secretly, regretting only slightly that had he wielded a heavy Barrett, these ignorant fellows would already be dead.

Even True Martial Masters couldn't withstand heavy sniping.

Occupying the seventh floor with the stone beam stairs cut off, Witch Kings could only attack him by leaping into the air.

However, their bodies being suspended for those fractions of seconds was enough for Yang Fei to send bullets into their hearts.

Even Yang Fei hadn't expected that a few True Martial level Witch Kings would be suppressed by his small rifle.

He laughed loudly: "Come on up, I'll send you to hell!"

Beneath the Demon Tower, Cyclops Gonggong and a group surrounded him, rushing to the sixth level of the Demon Tower.

Hearing Yang Fei mocking everyone on the seventh floor, the present Witch Kings ground their teeth in anger, yet none dared to rush up.

Gonggong glanced at the window of the sixth floor, suddenly clapped his hands.

"I've got it, we'll take the window."

Seeing the narrow window, the five or six Witch Kings hesitated.

On the ground, three Witch Kings lay unable to move, no one wanting to be the next victim under Yang Fei's gun.

After all, the instant they came out of the window, Yang Fei could still open fire.

This fellow's sniping was so masterful, no one could guarantee they would evade his bullets.

After a moment of thought, Gonggong had a plan.

"Zhu Jiu Yin, you feint from the stairs to attract his attention, Xuan Ming, you enter through the window."

"If you can entangle him for a few seconds, we can all swarm in and skin the kid alive, only then can my fury be relieved."

Among the major Witch Kings, none originally took orders from each other, but all united in rebellion against Nuannuan, they reluctantly accepted Gonggong's command.

The slender Zhu Jiu Yin smirked sinisterly.

"Alright, I'll feign an attack, but Xuan Ming don't deal a killing blow, I've gone without a feast for days, let this Erlang accompany this King for some fun later."

Hearing Zhu Jiu Yin's words, everyone smiled maliciously.

Zhu Jiu Yin always liked men; in his Nine Yin Sect, there were plenty of handsome outer-door disciples, countless pretty boys died at his hands.

A normal man with such a hobby would be cursed as a deadman demon.

Yet, the powerful Zhu Jiu Yin was never ridiculed; instead, people thought he was quite playful, with a sense of style.

To True Martial Masters, ordinary people were like ants, no different from a roll of toilet paper.

Xuan Ming was a tall, dark, and lean man, half an inch of hair standing upright like a porcupine, his lips sprouting two sets of mouse-like whiskers, black and shiny, appearing very intrepid.

He frowned lightly, looking at his left hand, and spoke calmly.

"Once I make a move, life or death depends on his luck, this kid is too weak, probably can't even withstand one move from me."

Zhu Jiu Yin retorted with a flirtatious glance at Xuan Ming.

"That won't do, this guy is quite special; if you kill him, I'll be playing with life against you."

Xuan Ming snorted: "Then let's switch, I'll feign while you strong attack from the window."

Zhu Jiu Yin hesitated, patting his chest coquettishly.

"You really don't take any loss, alright, I was worried you'd kill him."

Gonggong's Cyclops eye flickered with vicious light; among these people, only he understood Yang Fei's terrifying nature.

Yang Fei's bizarre Palm Technique could transcend realms and unleash True Martial Qi Energy, and his Dragon Talisman Bullet could kill True Martial Masters.

But this guy deliberately said nothing, urging Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiu Yin: "Enough, execute the order."

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