In the ancient battlefield, the middle-aged man and the soldiers who guarded this place were unfortunate; all were severely injured by Ye Fan.
"Do you think a ragtag group like you can intimidate me?"
Ye Fan swept his gaze over the crowd with a cold smile, his eyes openly displaying murderous intent.
Ever since coming to this world, he had been holding back a strong urge to kill, and now it finally erupted. The fierce murderous intent made everyone feel fear.
"Spare us, we didn't mean to offend, we were ordered by our master, we had no choice!"
Many were afraid and begged, fearful that Ye Fan would kill them in a fit of anger.
"Who dares to come to my territory and cause trouble?"
Just then, a dignified voice sounded, and a terrifying wave surged from the ancient battlefield, with a beam of divine light flying swiftly.
"The master is here, we're saved!"
