In the boundless void, Yu Shengfeng and the others were flying slowly.
Yunxiao noticed that the black-robed man had not said a word from the beginning to the end, and there was not even any fluctuation of primordial energy. He was following behind Chu Shengfeng like a shadow. If he had not seen him with his own eyes, it would have been difficult to believe that this man existed.
my Lord, " Yunxiao suddenly asked, " are you going to the ancient Devil's well? "
This was because they were not heading toward the Warlock God's Island. Instead, they were flying along the end of the sea.
"Oh?"
Yu Shengfeng revealed a cold smile and said, " "Is the ancient Devil's well really that crack?"
Yunxiao seemed to have heard something. He pondered and said, " "Could it be that the so-called Rift mayflies had existed hundreds of years ago?"
