Misty Peak.
Ye Feng was unaware of the conversation between Yuzhu and Jiaoyang Ancient Saint.
At this moment, he was seriously deducing.
"I've got an outline!"
Finally, after seven hundred and sixty-five failures, Ye Feng caught the inspiration and sketched out a golden spell array in mid-air with the liquid Heroic Spirit Power.
Hum!
He was enveloped by the spell array, and the next moment, shattered into golden specks and vanished without a trace.
Tens of thousands of miles away.
Over the skies of Great Liang Demon Nation, a burst of golden light emerged.
Ye Feng revealed his true form, took a look around, nodded with satisfaction, formed a hand seal, and once again disappeared.
The next moment.
He arrived a hundred thousand miles away.
"Eh, how did I get to Nanwen Thirteen States...
