Among the billowing smoke, leaf dust rushes out and the vigor sweeps open, blowing all the smoke away.

At this time, Ye Dun was already on his way with all his strength. Along the way, he could feel a series of violent fluctuations sweeping across his power. It must be that the battle had already started. If they continued to delay, they would die.

"You are the turtles in the urn, horizontal is dead, vertical is dead, why struggle again?"

At this point, a cold voice came from ahead.

Ye Dun's eyes suddenly froze, only to see that not far ahead, the smoke dispersed, emerged a very big figure, fighting...