The Demon Emperor was covered in blood, his body staggering.
However, he remained extremely agile, still dodging large-scale gunfire in a hair's breadth.
Finally, another bullet embedded in his back.
The Demon Emperor fell toward the slope behind him and then rolled down.
He lay straight on the slope, unmoving.
Yang Fei and the others were utterly astonished.
Nobody had expected the Demon Emperor to fall into an ambush and just die like that.
The opposing firepower was too fierce, and it was unclear who was friend or foe, so Yang Fei and the three others didn't dare rush forward.
The four could only lie in ambush within the bushes, waiting quietly.
A few minutes later, a squad was dispatched from the opposite jungle.
The squad of about twenty approached carefully to where the Demon Emperor had fallen.
By now, darkness had completely settled in.
In the darkness, Yang Fei put on his infrared night vision goggles and recognized the squad's uniforms.
