Star Tower.

The corridors, the floors, were full of bullet holes, corpses, almost hell.

Sticky blood dripped down the forehead cracks or bullet holes in the floor slabs, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Park Xiangri stood at the door from afar, gritting his teeth and looking at the building.

The sound of gunfire and fighting in the building has been much less.

That meant that Du Yuesheng's men in the building were almost dead, and the fierce and tragic battle was soon coming to an end.

But Park Xiangri's expression couldn't relax at all, his teeth clucked, and the muscles on his cheeks were particularly prominent, as if he was chewing someone's bones.

The reason why this is so is because Yang Yi, who he wanted to kill, is still alive!

Ahh......hhh

There was another terrible scream in the building, and then a corpse fell from the air above the floor and fell to the floor, splashing juice with a thud, convulsions and struggles, looking back at the people outside the house and shouting, "That guy, still alive......"

With that, the spy died!

With the spy's death, the building fell completely silent, because the man who had just fallen to the floor and died was the last Japanese spy to enter the building.

The faces of the more than 30 Japanese spies left outside the building were extremely ugly, and they couldn't help but tremble all over!

They have been nurtured by the empire since childhood, and the spirit of bushido has been deeply rooted in their bones, and they think that it is the highest glory for the emperor to die in battle for his loyalty!

Yang Yi killed so many Japanese, bringing shame to the Japanese military that cannot be washed away, for them, no matter how many people die, as long as they can kill Yang Yi, it is the greatest glory!

Supposedly, the opportunity to build merit for the empire is at hand, and they should not be afraid.

But now, they are scared to death!

The first group of companions who rushed into the building had already killed almost all the people in the building, and they thought that they would be able to end the battle soon, but they didn't expect that three groups of people entered later, each with ten people.

But these people are now all corpses.

Judging from the news that these corpses desperately transmitted, the vast majority of them died at the hands of the same person.

That person is Yang Yi!

That guy, leading the few remaining Zhi Na people, used every room above the Tianxing Tower to fight to the death, and often many people were killed before they had time to see Yang Yi's appearance!

Now, the gate of the Star Tower of Heaven is like a big mouth of a beast that can never be filled, and no matter who walks in, there will be no chance to come out.

And Yang Yi is the devil hidden in the Tianxing Tower, who is haunting, harvesting the life of anyone who walks in!

These spies are not afraid of death, they are afraid that they can only be sent to death if they go in, and death is worthless!

It is glorious to die heroically on the battlefield, but if you stick your head on the muzzle of the gun and try to compare it with the bullet whether the bullet is hard or your skull is hard, it is called stupid!

These Japanese spies didn't want to stupidly rush in and die.

But it is clear that Park Sang-il will not give them a chance to choose!

For Park Xiangri, it doesn't matter how many people die, as long as he can get supreme merit and get everyone's respectful eyes, he never minds how many white bones are under his feet, let alone whether those white bones are his own or his enemies.

As long as you can put your feet on yourself and climb up, that's enough!

Inside the Star Building, the third floor!

Yang Yi was leaning against a wall, looking tired, and not far in front of him was Du Yuesheng, who was covered in blood, and several scarred men.

The first and second floors were all in ruins, and all the rooms were razed to the ground in the fierce fighting, giving the Star Tower the unreal beauty of a house in the comics, as if it could collapse at any time, but it still stood after all.

At this moment, Du Yuesheng and the others were tearing off some strips of cloth from their clothes, tying some short axes, or sharp knives and the like in their hands.

Because they were covered in blood, the weapons they held were easy to slip, and because all their strength was almost exhausted, and they could no longer even hold their weapons.

If they don't have weapons, they will have to wait for death.

Even with weapons in hand, they could barely wait for death, because they had run out of oil and could barely stand up.

Fixing the weapon in the hand is more of an indication of an attitude that will not give in, although there is no attitude, the Japanese outside will not let them go.

But attitude, in their eyes at this moment, is extremely important.

Du Yuesheng fixed the sharp knife in the palm of his hand with a strip of cloth and waved it, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his eyes to look at Yang Yi.

Except for him, no one looked at Yang Yi much.

It's not that they weren't shocked by Yang Yi's strength, but no matter how shocking they were, they were already numb after seeing more.

Just like they started fighting with Japanese spies from the first floor, and retreated to the third floor while dying, they saw countless shocking performances when Yang Yi killed the enemy, and now they have long been accustomed to it.

Du Yuesheng looked at Yang Yi, not to express anything, but to be curious.

"You have more wounds than I do!"

Du Yuesheng said: "You have been injured so much, does it hurt?" ”

If it were normal, Yang Yi probably wouldn't answer such a boring question, after all, he is not a person with a lot of words.

But now he decided to answer, even if it was a little more wasted because of this.

Because Du Yuesheng and the lucky ones in front of him who are not dead have won Yang Yi's respect.

A person who knows that he is invincible but dares to fight hard, Yang Yi feels that he needs to give the other party the respect he deserves.

When Yang Yi heard Du Yuesheng's words, he raised his eyes and asked, "Then does the wound on your body hurt?" ”

"It must hurt, it hurts!" Du Yuesheng said.

"That's it!"

Yang Yi said: "It's all people, there's no reason why you hurt me and I don't hurt!" ”

"I thought you weren't human!"

Du Yuesheng laughed and said: "I hurt so I shouted that it hurts, but from beginning to end, I never heard you cry out in pain, and I didn't even snort......"

"If it hurts, I would have shouted a long time ago!"

Yang Yi laughed rarely: "But even if you shout pain, it will still hurt if it hurts, and it will be in vain to shout pain, so I'd rather save my strength and let those Japanese help me cry out for pain, and I will definitely be able to make them hurt more than me......"

"Does it work?"

Now it was not only Du Yuesheng, but even the wounded who looked like they were about to die looked at Yang Yi with interest, and they found that this guy who killed people like mowing grass was actually very sunny when he laughed, of course, he still couldn't see where to go.

"It's useless, but I feel more comfortable to see those guys screaming so badly!"

Yang Yi smiled, and when he heard the roar of the onboard outside, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became as cold as steel again: "Here it is again, I hope that when I kill all these guys, you can tell me how it feels to see those guys hurt more than you......"