Divine Power of Deceiving the Heavens?
After hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present showed a hint of confusion on their faces. Just as they were about to speak, their expressions changed simultaneously.
Among the many practitioners behind, Dao Chi ran the fastest. Despite appearing like a frail scholar, he ran as if he was a fierce wind.
Now less than ten thousand zhang away from Yang Zhen and the others, he suddenly accelerated, his violent speed instantly leaving the group behind him.
Yang Zhen glanced back at Dao Chi and casually activated the array disk, his face already showing an expression of tragic grief.
"Even if I, Yang Zhen, rush into the Domain of Extreme Peril and die, I will not hand over the Star Spring Sword to you!"
As he spoke, Yang Zhen turned around in an utterly desolate manner, stepping into the illusion created by the array disk in slow motion, just like in a TV drama.
