"Hmm?" Zheng Yichen glanced at the crack on the ground, and through it, he saw a very ominous surge of resentment and the breath of death spouting out, which was not the environment only found in Hell, but rather the accumulation after a mass of deaths.
Moreover, the purifying power in the environment hadn't gone away.
Glancing at those Arrivers, Zheng Yichen didn't hesitate to rush to the ground, although two Dusk mercenaries had already made their move, he didn't mind joining them—
"Stop him!"
Crack!
Zheng Yichen, who had vanished, flew backward at an even faster speed, unharmed, but in front of him appeared shattered 'fragments', not fragments manufactured by space being broken, but slightly inferior ones, related to spatial power, yet these fragments were only a visual effect, resulting from spatial turbulence.
