Yang Fei nodded, feeling the blood rushing rapidly throughout his body.
The anger within him was like magma beneath the earth, ready to erupt at any moment.
"These Sang Country bastards will pay for their atrocities!"
On the phone, Xiao Xuanya's voice became faint and intermittent.
"Not good, my phone communication… has been… jammed."
"Li Wang Town has been… completely surrounded… before dawn, you must… get here fast…"
"Otherwise, the people here… will soon face… a massacre!"
...
As she spoke, the phone was overwhelmed by static noise, and Xiao Xuanya's words could no longer be heard.
Yang Fei hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
The overwhelming anger made his chest throb in pain.
It felt like there was something filthy in his chest, neither vomitable nor swallowable.
His face turned purple with frustration, as a violent and savage aura expanded from his entire body.
