"Holy moi boch! he can bring down an entire brigade?"
Paul asked stupidly, his mouth still wide open.
As a powerful Overlord of the Dark World, Paul had frequented the battle fields in the Middle East and Northern Africa, so he knew the deadliness of modern military's firepower first hand.
He would think twice even to face against a hundred strong squad much less a fully armed brigade of four thousand strong. Neither could he wrap his mind around Chen Fan's striking down three F-15 fighter jets.
"Do you believe me now?" Yang Qinhu asked with a grin.
Paul nodded vigorously. Russians could be arrogant but they were fiercely loyal once you get to know them. Many of them were battle-hardened warriors who only obey the order of the strongest. Because of their bravado and defiance, they were often called the Warrior Race among netizens in China.
"Paul, we are heading north deep into the tundra to find a valley."
