The roar echoes wantonly in the sky.

Smoke swept up the clouds, mixed with violent authenticity, passing through as if swept by a storm, huge rocks cracked, ancient trees annihilated, all in a mess.

At this point, a figure suddenly rushed out of the smoke.

The man was dressed in sackclothes. Because of the explosion, the whole person's breath seemed extremely disordered. His eyes stared frozen, his palms waved, and the ancient gate of Yongfeng reappeared.

"Town!"

With a soft drink, the smoke disperses, the truth in the sky turns into nihility, and the space becomes silent immediately.

Hu Yangtie and others stepped out of the smoke slowly, with some...