"The people in front, no matter what, don't shoot!”
While the Special Forces were still in shock, an anxious voice came from the helicopter behind Ye Tian.
"It's too late-"
On a warship about three nautical miles away, He Zhijun could not help but smile bitterly when he saw this scene. An extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.
They had tried everything they could to increase their speed, but they still couldn't catch up to Ye Tian and were left behind.
"Team Leader He, this person can't be our fiend. Why don't we just kill him?”
"That's right. We don't know whether Gong Jian and Er Niu are dead or alive. Team Leader Wu almost couldn't be rescued. The dozen or so people who chased him last night also died in the sea.”
"This must be a spy from another continent! We must be prepared! I can't hold back anymore!"
"If we let him charge onto Kun Peng Island, the consequences will be unimaginable!”
Beside He Zhijun, the leader of the Dragon Fang Force Team, a few captains of the 13th Force Team spoke up.
That guy did look very similar to the Great Desolate Killing God, but it was not him in the end!
In the five years that the Great Desolate Killing God had lost his mind, he had never stepped into the Great Desolate Continent for fear of hurting the Great Desolate Continent. Now, this person had attacked the Great Desolate Continent's martial artists without holding back at all!
Raising his hands and feet were all killing moves!
From last night until now, there were already several special martial artists of the Great Desolate Continent who had been sacrificed!
He Zhijun's expression was complicated. He did not rest at all that night. He had been thinking about this problem.
"Team Leader He! That killing god had long died at the bottom of the Ice Sea! Let's not deceive ourselves anymore, okay?”
Another person spoke.
Originally, they didn't dare to disobey their team leader's orders, but after all, their teammates had died or been seriously injured one after another, causing them to break down to the extreme.
He Zhijun didn't say anything. He just stared at the figure who rushed through the blockade line in a flash.
Even though his mind had told him that Ye Tian was dead, dead for three years, he still held on to that sliver of hope.
No one knew how many of the upper echelons of the Great Desolate Continent's Combat Force Division had dreamed that Ye Tian was still alive.
"It's over, it's over. We can't stop this guy at all!”
"If I had known earlier, I would have shot him! Maybe we can stop him!"
"Why are you shooting? Didn't you hear the City Lord telling you not to shoot no matter what?”
"Since things have come to this, there's nothing we can do.”
On the two assault helicopters, a group of special forces martial artists said with ugly expressions.
They had used their cannons to seal off the space in front of Ye Tian, hoping to force him back without harming him, but it was useless.
As everyone watched in horror, Ye Tian dashed forward, and amidst the screams, he slammed into the sea, landing like a cannonball on the observation deck.
At this moment, the special forces warriors on the helicopters and battleships, as well as the many tourists lining up on the observation platform waiting to descend the mountain, all felt a suffocating feeling envelop them. Their faces were pale, and it was difficult to breathe.
Especially on the observation platform, the people who had joked about sleeping with Ye Tian were now trembling in fear, their scalps tingling as they felt an indescribable sense of terror engulfing the entire platform.
The entire observation platform was dead silent!
Everyone lowered their heads and trembled, not daring to look at Ye Tian.
Even An Ran and Tang Xinyi, who were special forces martial artists, were trembling slightly at this moment. They bit their lips and did not dare to make a sound. After experiencing the battlefield, they could feel the soul-stirring hostility!
It was as if a ferocious beast of the Great Wilderness had suddenly broken free from its shackles.
Ye Tian's gaze lingered on An Ran and Tang Xinyi for a moment. He could feel a familiar aura, but he didn't care.
After all, this body of his was once a martial artist of the Great Desolate Continent. It was normal for him to know martial artists.
But to Ye Tian, these people were like strangers, strangers who were at most a little better looking.
Plop.
Ye Tian took a step forward.
Suddenly, thousands of tourists moved to the sides.
A round-faced girl's face was squashed flat, but she could only endure it angrily and did not dare to make a sound.
He was like a natural king as he walked down the stairs through the passage that the tourists had squeezed out.
On the crowded mountain path, only his figure seemed unusually lonely.
"Are you Ye Tian?"
Tang Xinyi couldn't hold it in any longer, her hand gripping her gun tightly as she ran behind Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was taken aback.
Was he Ye Tian?
He was Ye Tian!
But he wasn't the Ye Tian they knew.
Ye Tian was too lazy to answer this question, so he turned a deaf ear to it and left.
"Him! How can this be?"
Tang Xinyi's face was filled with disappointment.
"Come back quickly! Do you want to die?"
Anran pulled Tang Xinyi back. She looked at the figure with a complicated expression and felt extremely disappointed.
There was one thing she didn't say: if that person was Ye Tian, he wouldn't have been able to recognize them!
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