dai Sora said calmly at that moment."I've already sent people to Africa. Now that he's in Africa, let's give him a fatal blow." Satō Ichirō stated as a result of Kawai Sora's words. He didn't bring u...But before he could even think about it, more chicken legs were thrown at him one after another. The Thousand Faces True Monarch was astonished. He could still attack so quickly in the air!

He could only flash and flash again, but the fat man's body seemed to have an endless supply of chicken legs. Moreover, his moves were extremely peculiar. Finally, when he threw the seventh chicken leg, Qian Mian Zhenjun dodged it, a chicken leg landed squarely on his chest. He immediately felt as if he had been hit by a cannon blast. A tremendous force struck him, causing him to involuntarily step back and crash heavily against the wall behind him. With a loud boom, a cloud of dust filled the air.

The fat man didn't look back. He knew that this kind of attack was nothing to a celestial being like Qianmian Zhenjun, but it was at least revenge for the punch he had taken. His "Fat Grandpa's Chicken Leg Bomb" wasn't something anyone could handle

The fat man finally rushed to the door. Ye Fan didn't have time to ask more questions, so he fired a shot at the back of the fat man, blocking anyone who might take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters.

"You guys get out of here, run as far as you can!"

Ye Fan addressed the members of the Dark Night Corps.

When it came to escape artistry, the members of the Night Squad were highly skilled. Without a word, they turned and leapt away like tigers, disappearing without a trace.

"Fatass, hurry up and fry this bitch to a crisp"

Ye Fan fired another shot at the Thousand-Faced True Monarch who had already stood up.

The fat man immediately took out the remote control and pressed it.

With a deafening roar, a skyscraper instantly crumbled into rubble.

But unfortunately, the building that was reduced to rubble wasn't here after all.

The fat man hurriedly pressed another button on the remote control in his hand, but the booming sound still rang out, yet it was still not from this venue

The fat man couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, Lang Si! What the hell is with all these buttons Which one of them is actually the button here"

But Lang Si was being thoroughly beaten by Zhu Ge, he couldn't hear a word the Fatty was saying.

The fat man pressed several more keys in a row, but none of them were right. He couldn't help but panic.

And this sudden burst of booming noises had already caught the attention of several people present. They were all startled, turning their heads to look at the remote control in the fat man's hands at the door, their faces changing drastically one by one.

Deyun Academy was actually bombed.

This was the first thought that came to their minds. Zhu Ge Kong Hua and Qian Mian Zhen Jun both involuntarily rushed towards the door, and even Ye Lang abandoned the slaughter of the soldiers and rushed this way as well.

"Lang Si, stop them for me," the fat man shouted.

Lang Si, already exhausted, stood up immediately after hearing Fatty's order and, undaunted, followed his men to block the entrance of the meeting hall.

"Get out of here!" shouted Kong Hua, kicking two little brothers from the Huaxi Gang in front of him.

But immediately, several of his men rushed forward, vowing to fight these people to the death.

"Let me do it."

Ye Fan handed the rocket to Fatty, and took over the remote control. Fatty pressed for a long time but couldn't find the button. If this continued, they would probably fail today.

The fat man took the rocket launcher from Ye Fan and felt that he was more familiar with it. He fired several rockets first, although none of them hit the target, they could still cause some hindrance to them.

Ye Fan took the remote, just glanced at it, and couldn't help but curse, who designed this remote There are over thirty buttons!

No wonder the fat guy could never get this venue's key right.

Now even the Curse Lan Siu couldn't be used, Ye Fan didn't have time to think much, he put the remote down on the ground, his hands moved like flying, tapping on the keyboard of that remote. His finger skills had reached a certain level of mastery, besides having incredible finger strength, the reaction speed of his fingers had also reached a terrifying level.

Ye Fan's fingers flew across the keyboard, a staccato of clicking sounds filling the air. In a short while, he had pressed every single one of the thirty-odd keys in a single breath.

As his hands moved, there were bursts of soft sounds all around him. Ye Fan knew that each sound represented a building being leveled to the ground.

"Run quickly"

After Ye Fan left this sentence, he turned around immediately, but he still remembered to close the door. He had a feeling that it would be his turn to explode at the venue soon.

The fatty heard Ye Fan's words and fired the last few cannonballs, driving back those who had already approached. He then threw the fire god cannon away, turned around and fled desperately with Ye Fan.

Before they could escape far, a deafening roar echoed behind them. A powerful wave of energy then sent Ye Fan soaring into the air.

Ye Fan was shocked. He had already used his full speed to escape, but he was still affected by the blast wave. It seemed that he had underestimated the power of the explosion.

In mid-air, Ye Fan grabbed the fat man and had to resort to using the energy-draining Residual Shadow Fist. When he didn't have the strength to use the Residual Shadow Fist again, he was probably going to be engulfed by that wave of air. But he knew if he didn't use it now, he would definitely not have another chance.

When Ye Fan had unleashed ten consecutive Phantom Fist strikes, he was completely drained of his energy and could no longer muster the strength to attack. By then, they had already run nearly a hundred meters, but the trailing airwaves showed no sign of abating.

As another wave was about to engulf them, Ye Fan had already completely lost his strength and could no longer move.

The fat man charged forward like a tiger and pounced on Ye Fan, sending them both tumbling down the stairs. As soon as their bodies rolled to the ground, the wave of energy behind them completely engulfed the spot where they had been standing moments before.

Ye Fan and the fat man felt a wave of heat coming from their backs. Their backs ached involuntarily, and they both felt a chill run down their spines.

The heat wave came on suddenly and just as quickly disappeared, lingering only briefly on their backs before vanishing.

Ye Fan hurriedly raised his head and looked, unable to help but be amazed by the scene before him. All he saw was desolation; where there had been a lush forest path just moments ago, there was now not even a single sapling in sight.

And the staircase they had just been inhabiting, after being washed by that wave of air, became incredibly smooth. The entire surface had sunk in by a third.rce grip. Her phoenix eyes blazed with anger as she stared at Ye Fan, snarling, "What are you How dare you hit my son What gives you the right to lay a hand on him Better explain yourself clearly, or...