Returning Strike

"Stop him! As long as we hold him back, he's finished!"

"Hold steady. Don't panic. There's only one of him—how strong can he be?"

"He's coming! Concentrate your fire and wear down his Golden Armor!"

The men's shouts rose and fell along the defensive line.

Everyone kept their eyes fixed on Luo Yan as he emerged from the far end of the village road, unleashing their fiercest firepower and strongest Combat Skills.

They only hoped to stop Luo Yan. That way, the adventurers and Wilderness Hunters chasing him from Wu Village would tear their opponent apart.

Yet at that moment, Luo Yan swept his sword horizontally.

The blade cast out a streak of golden light. It quickly transformed into a sweeping wave of gold, like a golden tide surging across the land.

Ultimate Skill, A Strip of Rainbow!

In an instant.

The dense barrage of bullets was sliced apart.

The various Combat Skills were sliced apart.

Next came the "empty walls," followed by the Mystic Arts of various blessings.

Finally, there were human bodies.

Apart from the two or three people who immediately threw themselves flat when they saw the wave of light,

everyone else along the defensive line either had their heads sent flying into the air or their bodies cut into several pieces.

The wave of light swept past.

The defensive line at the village entrance collapsed.

Taking advantage of the opening, Luo Yan carried Song Qiutang onto a snowmobile. He twisted the throttle, and the snowmobile slid across the snow, kicking up a spray of powder.

By the time the hunters and adventurers from the village came chasing out, Luo Yan was long gone.

Inside a car far from the village, Ruan Xiu lowered the Walkie-talkie and covered her face with one hand.

She had never imagined