Xing Wei's reaction was decent. He sensed the danger the moment Old Mo fired and reacted in time.
Unfortunately, even so, one of his legs was blown off by the sniper rifle!
Without special equipment, without Mystic Art prepared in advance, and without a superhuman physique—
even cultivators, especially low-level cultivators, could not withstand the attack of an anti-materiel sniper rifle.
Xing Wei, an Intermediate level cultivator, had lost a leg, yet he was astonishingly tough and did not scream.
Instead, he immediately propped himself up and tried to escape.
But at that moment, the flash of a blade at the corner of his eye, illuminating the darkness and stabbing his eyes, shattered his plans.
He did not even feel any pain before his head had already left his neck.
Through Old Mo's scope, he only saw the newcomer named Jiang Kang sweep past Xing Wei like the wind.
The raised, billowing cloak resembled a mass of black clouds. After the black cloud passed, Xing Wei's head rolled into the grass nearby, while the headless body spurted a gush of bright Blood Plasma before stopping completely.
The battle was over.
After Xing Wei was killed, the soldiers in the camp lost the will to resist and surrendered one after another.
Sea Monster and the others were busy disarming them and counting the prisoners.
Qiao Li was bandaging Iron Bear, who was sitting on a large rock. The big man's hand had been cut, but the wound was not deep and did not even need stitches.
Old Mo smoked a cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke as he looked at Luo Yan.
"This time, we have you to thank."
"If not for you, Iron Bear might have died, and Xing Wei might have escaped."
Luo Yan did not take all the