In the ravine, there were dozens of people who were smashed into pulp by Ye Fan's punch.

Those people died here before they even had time to scream.

The red blood and broken flesh were like streams, gurgling in the ravine.

"This~"

"This...this..."

The scene in front of them shocked everyone again.

Everyone was stunned. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at the flesh and blood on the ground. Then, a strong sense of fear and horror swept out from the depths of their hearts.

"Devil~"

"He is the devil!"

"He is a murderous demon~"

...

"Escape~"

"Run away!"

....

On the ground below, some people were crying and some were howling.

Ye Fan's fierceness undoubtedly scared them out of their wits.

They never thought that Ye Fan would be so cruel!

One punch killed so many people directly.

How could he do it?

Isn't he afraid of retribution?

But while everyone was panicking, Ye Fan's offensive struck again.

"The third form, the Heaven-shaking Seal!"

Amid Senran's words, a sky-covering palm print gathered together again and took shape.

The terrifying power was actually stronger than before.

That monstrous palm print was even more powerful than that fist!

Only then did everyone realize that Ye Fan was going to kill all the powerful men from their countries.

"madman.."

"He is a madman~"

Some people cry, some people lament, and some people sigh sadly.

In those desolate words, there was regret, fear, or resentment.

They shouted, they cried, and they fled in all directions.

But, it's useless.

Under Ye Fan's giant palm, all the lives exploded like rubber balls under Ye Fan's palm.

The bright red blood spurted out in all directions.

The sky is dyed red, the land is dyed red, and the thousands of plants and trees are dyed red.

For a moment, the heaven and earth here seemed to be raining blood.

However, the battle did not end, and Ye Fan's killing continued.

He is like a life-seeking ghost, waving a sickle and frantically harvesting lives.

In front of this young man, these martial arts seniors and experts who were famous in various countries were just like grass, being harvested and slaughtered at will by him.

Perhaps, strong men from all countries gather here.

Maybe, there are hundreds of people here.

However, for Ye Fan, it was like a deserted place.

There was no resistance, no fighting, just one-sided killing.

One person after another fell down, and curtains of blood exploded one after another.

Bloody and cruel scenes, like purgatory, are constantly being staged here.

If an ordinary person saw the scene in front of him, he would probably be horrified.

But Ye Fan, with an expressionless face, was enjoying his own gluttonous feast.

In just a few breaths, nearly a hundred strong men from various countries had gathered here, but now there were only less than twenty left.

Under Ye Fan's power, the surviving people no longer ran away or resisted, but knelt on the ground with fear in their eyes, facing Ye Fan, begging for mercy.

"Ye...Ye...Grandmaster, please spare my life~"

"We are blind~"

"It's because we didn't care about life and death that we offended you."

"We are at fault, and we deserve death."

"But I'm still young. My youngest son has just turned one month old. My mother still wants me to support her. My wife is still waiting for me to return to China~"
Chapter completed!