414: Chapter 413: Where is Yalantes!
414: Chapter 413: Where is Yalantes!
“Dian Frey, 120 people injured, 80 people dead, other losses are still being tallied.”
A Guard stood behind Dian Frey reporting the losses of the Death Prison Forbidden Land.
Dian Frey’s expression grew darker and darker as he looked out the window, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
“Damn!
Damn!
Damn!”
Dian Frey shouted thrice, his tone filled with endless hatred.
He would have never expected such a heavy loss in the Death Prison Forbidden Land today.
Fortunately, Ning Fan and the others had already left, otherwise, Dian Frey did not know how he would have coped.
Today’s weather was sowhat gloomy, with dense clouds covering the sky, a clap of thunder shook the heavens and earth, and a gentle rain began to slowly fall from the sky.
On the wall, several Guards were handling the bodies, their actions extrely rough, showing no respect for the deceased, simply throwing the bodies down from above.
“Really unfortunate, Dian Frey is going to be furious today.”
“Definitely, and then we’re going to be unlucky again!”
“Bad luck…
Hey, isn’t that soone over there?”
On the high wall, the Guards discussed today’s events when suddenly one of them spotted a person walking out of the rain.
“You must be seeing things.”
“No, I’m not!”
The figure had already disappeared; maybe it was just an illusion?
A ghostly figure descended from the sky and landed on the high wall.
The three Guards who were planning to leave instinctively stopped in their tracks.
“Enemy attack!”
Chirra!
The neck of the man who shouted about the enemy attack was slit open in the blink of an eye, and the remaining two were killed by Ning Fan’s two palms.
The entire Forbidden Land was once again blaring with alarms, everyone tensed up.
They had just experienced an attack and now faced a new enemy; many were panicked.
In the office of Dian Frey, the master of the Forbidden Land, he watched with astonishnt the figure outside his window, his face turned pale, then he imdiately shouted, “You dare co back?!”
Perhaps sensing Dian Frey’s gaze, Ning Fan on the high wall suddenly looked back.
The cold look in his eyes sent shivers down Dian Frey’s spine, and he instinctively took a step back.
In the courtyard, gunfire once again rang out incessantly, accompanied by screams, as Ning Fan, a harbinger of death, made his way toward Dian Frey’s office.
“Stop him, stop him quick!”
Dada dada!
Amidst the barrage of bullets, Ning Fan’s agile figure continuously darted around, with a gun in his left hand and a dagger in his right, reaping lives as if he were mowing grass.
Weapons littered the ground.
Ning Fan picked two that felt most suitable for him and gradually carved a bloody path.
After making his way to the outside of Dian Frey’s office, Ning Fan kicked open the door, finding Dian Frey waiting for him with dual swords.
Seeing the god of death who had raised a storm of blood and fury in the Forbidden Land before him, Dian Frey felt an intangible pressure, sweating slightly on his forehead.
“You’re very powerful.
Five years ago, I ca here alone for training, abandoning everything, including my na.”
No one knew where Dian Frey ca from or what his na was.
Having abandoned everything, Dian Frey had beco the master here, but today his pride was trampled on again.
“I understand the look in your eyes; you want to erase everything of mine from here?
How could I let you succeed!”
Dian Frey, wielding his dual swords, struck as fast as lightning.
Between the flashes of his blades, the floor was gouged with a long scratch.
“Being the bad guy isn’t my style,” Ning Fan responded indifferently, pinching one of the daggers in Dian Frey’s hand between his fingers.
“The poison is still in your body, right?
Even in the True Qi Realm, removing those toxins completely isn’t that easy.”
Ning Fan sneered, flicking his fingers powerfully.
Dian Frey stumbled several steps backwards.
Indeed, Dian Frey’s face lacked any color, deathly pale and extrely unsettling to look at.
The poison on the Silver Needle wasn’t easy to neutralize, requiring at least soone with strength equal to Ning Fan’s.
With his reduced strength and the poison erupting again, Dian Frey no longer had any chance of defeating Ning Fan.
“Is your desperate struggle useful now?” Ning Fan held the dagger, his speed already too fast for the naked eye to observe.
Dian Frey’s eyes moved rapidly, his forehead dripping with large beads of sweat.
Ning Fan was too fast, his eyes could no longer keep up!
“Over here!”
“Wrong!”
Their voices sounded one after the other, Ning Fan appeared behind Dian Frey, the dagger dripping with blood, and a bloody hole had appeared on Dian Frey’s back.
Dian Frey was also skilled, and although he misjudged Ning Fan’s position, he still dodged Ning Fan’s fatal blow; otherwise, the dagger in Ning Fan’s hand would have been in his neck.
“It’s about ti to end this,” Ning Fan said coldly, watching Dian Frey.
It was ti to end this charade.
Ning Fan had lost interest in playing any longer.
“Tell , where is Yalantes?” Ning Fan asked coldly.
Dian Frey clenched his teeth and didn’t answer Ning Fan, still showing so defiance.
Ning Fan didn’t waste words with him and made his move again.
This ti, he didn’t hold back at all.
In full force, Dian Frey’s current state couldn’t react in ti.
“Ahhhh!”
A bloody eyeball was crushed by Ning Fan, and Dian Frey knelt on the ground covering his right eye.
“Where is Yalantes?”
Ning Fan asked again, and Dian Frey still didn’t answer him.
“Uh uh uh Ah…”
Dian Frey groaned in pain continuously, fresh blood oozing nonstop from the socket of his lost eyeball.
He grimaced in pain while looking at Ning Fan, his expression one of intense agony.
Ning Fan stepped forward, and Dian Frey subconsciously stepped back, just like a wounded wolf facing a Hunter who could easily crush him, he couldn’t help but feel terrified.
“You think you can kill ?
Dream on!”
Dian Frey pulled out a remote from his clothing.
Standing by the window, he pressed the button on the remote, then leaped out with a jump.
Boom!
The ti bomb Dian Frey had planted earlier under the desk detonated, and the violent explosion blasted the office away.
Thick smoke rose, and Dian Frey, lying on the ground, excitedly looked back.
“Go to hell!” Dian Frey laughed maniacally.
However, as soon he saw a figure within the smoke, his laughter abruptly stopped.
Ning Fan stood at the edge of the ruins, coldly watching him.
“Impossible!
Impossible!”
In fear, Dian Frey pushed away the Guardian trying to assist him and frantically fled outward.
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