"What is this?" Nante stopped beside Wang Ye and looked at the natural barrier in front of him in shock.
It was made of incomparably boundless origin of thunder!
If every lightning strike was a raindrop, then the thunder origin core barrier before them was a downpour.
"We can't get through." Wang Ye stood where he was.
If his body passed through, he would die. Even if he had the talent of Immortality, his body and soul would be destroyed.
"Hey, two cosmic-level brats, how did you guys get here?" A man with a scar on his face raised his eyebrows.
Wang Ye glanced at him and said, "I killed a lot of people who didn't know what's good for them."
The scarred man laughed. "Not bad. You even know how to bluff."
Wang Ye ignored him. He glanced at the three Dark Energy-level teams." How long have you been here?"
