"Why are you so restless, kid? Didn't you agree to sneak attack? With your smile like this, I still sneak attack!"
"Haha, do you still need a sneak attack to deal with this kind of stuff?"
This contemptuous laughter, and casual voices that ignored them, made everyone in the Blazing Fire Mercenary Group feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Who?! Come out for me!"
"No, it turns out there is an ambush in this yard!"
Amidst the noise, Chang Yu stood up from the bushes, waved his hand and said, "Don't fucking hide, go directly!"
"okay!"
With a cry, ten people rushed out in an instant, and surrounded the eight members of the Raging Fire Mercenary Group.
The members of the Raging Fire Mercenary Group were taken aback at first, but when they found out what level of cultivation the people surrounding them had, they all couldn't help laughing out loud.
"The bullshit is so big, I thought it was such a powerful person, but it turned out to be just a bunch of mobs!"
"Hahaha, out of a dozen people, there are only two who have reached the prefecture level, and they still want to fight us like this. It's beyond our control!"
The only man at the peak of the prefecture level in the Raging Fire Mercenary Group waved his hand, his eyes were full of fierceness, "Brothers, come on, kill this group of trash, then Jun Muyan is not in our pocket! I heard that The slut is a great beauty, whoever kills the most people tonight, the bitch will give it to you, and you can play all night."
"The boss is mighty!"
The members of the Raging Fire Mercenary Group took the lead in the attack, laughing and laughing, completely ignoring the members of Mo Ying.
A cold smile curled up on the corner of Chang Yu's mouth, and he said loudly: "Brothers of the Mo Ying, let these idiots know how powerful we are!"
"kill!!"
The waning moon was like a hook, and the night was cool, but the small courtyard was filled with a chilling killing intent.
There were also screams and howls that would sound from time to time.
The time passed was still very long.
After half an hour, the battle was finally settled.
Of the eight members of the Blazing Mercenary Corps, seven lay on the ground, either moaning in pain, or unconscious or decapitated.
The only prefecture-level peak who was still standing had a horrified expression, and couldn't believe what had just happened.
On the other hand, there are more than a dozen people in the ink camp.
Except for a few injuries with particularly low cultivation bases, there were almost no casualties.
Chang Yu still held a head in his hand, looking coldly at the remaining soldiers.
"You, who are you?"
Why is it that a mere group of black-level ancient warriors can make the elites of their fire mercenary regiment helpless.
Not to mention, he, Zhao Shan, is still at the top of the prefecture level and the third in command of the Raging Fire Mercenary Corps.
However, he was so beaten up by this group of mobs that he was powerless to fight back
How can this be? !
The people in Mo Ying showed ferocious smiles one by one.
Some people even licked the blood from the corner of their mouths and said excitedly: "Damn it, you've been training every day these days, and you've been tossed like a dog. Today, you can finally let off steam on these bastard grandchildren!"
"I really like the feeling of killing and torturing opponents the most!"
"However, I have to say that Miss Jun is really amazing, but in just half a month of training, our Mo Ying was able to kill a group of top earth-level people."
Chang Yu threw away the head and wiped it on his face with bloody hands.
The face already covered with scars instantly became even more terrifying.