At the same time, the ground started to collapse and crack.
Jian Wushuang and the others, who were in pursuit, also stopped and looked forward.
Among the countless Immortal tombs, the one in the center was several times larger than the ordinary Immortal tombs. It was like several divine peaks stacked together, revealing an unpredictable pressure.
The Dream-Eating Tapir fell in front of this Immortal graveyard.
At this moment, with the collapse of the ground, cracks began to appear on the Immortal graveyard. It was obvious that it was about to collapse.
"Let's go!" Zhao Ting was extremely nervous.
Looking at the unpredictable scene, Jian Wushuang did not want to be involved and wanted to escape immediately.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to leave," Di Qing said in a deep voice and looked behind him.
