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"What's going on?" Yin Zhicheng's face was full of suspicion. He realized that in the space he was on, everything seemed to have shifted in the opposite direction, as if he was walking on a bridge that would never reach the other side.
"Impossible! I have grasped the laws of space. Everything in the world is within my grasp! No one can trap me!" Yin Zhicheng did not believe it, and continued to try, and continuously advance.
The result was the same as before, he could never get close to Lin Xianer and the rest.
Xuan Zihui and the others all saw through the problem. It was as if the space around Yin Zhicheng had been completely controlled by someone.
"Die!"
Right at this moment, an ice-cold voice suddenly sounded out, and a terrifying vortex appeared in space. It had an extremely terrifying suction force.
Yin Zhicheng resisted, but in the end, he discovered that it was completely useless. All the space he had grasped had lost its effect under the suction of the whirlpool.
"Destroy!" Yin Zhicheng bellowed, he raised his fist and smashed towards the whirlpool.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering explosion occurred as a terrifying force rushed through the void, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
But even so, Yin Zhicheng was still unable to shatter the vortex. Instead, because of the strike just now, the void had shattered, and the vortex had enveloped heaven and earth. And Yin Zhicheng, was also instantly swallowed into the void.
After a short period of shock, the world returned to calm. The crowd shockingly discovered that Yin Zhicheng had disappeared, and not a single trace of him could be seen in front of the Emperor Building. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.
"He was killed by that mysterious cultivator just like that?" The crowd thought with fear.
In his world, if one wanted to defeat him in space, it was as difficult as ascending to the sky, but under the shroud of the terrifying whirlpool, it actually directly disappeared. The spatial law he grasped seemed to have lost its effectiveness when facing the mysterious person.
Dong, dong, dong!
All of a sudden, a dull sound came from the ground in the distance. It sounded like a primordial demonic beast that had used its four gigantic legs to stomp on the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble.
Along with the trembling were the hearts of the various cultivators.
On the tenth floor, Xuan Zihui and the rest looked in a direction, only to see a man with a imposing posture, taking many steady steps forward, one step after another, with every step, the ground would release a loud boom, the people around also started to tremble, it was as though every step was in everyone's heart, they could not help but shiver.
Boom!
Boom!
This majestic figure did not move slowly, but instead had a certain pattern. With every step, the vibrating power created by his steps seemed to fuse with the laws of the world, creating a strange resonance.
In the hands of this grand person, there was another person. He was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable, as if he had experienced a great tribulation of life and death.
"Zhicheng!" Xuan Zihui's gaze twitched as he shouted.
The person who was being carried, was the Yin Zhicheng who had suddenly disappeared not long ago. He was currently heavily injured, and his entire body was drenched in blood, as though he was a little chick who was being held in his hands.
The crowd also saw Yin Zhicheng at this time, and their expressions were unspeakably shocked. The previously majestic and majestic Yin Zhicheng was actually being carried in someone's hand, and his entire body was covered with blood. How he was beaten to such a state, no one knew.
The gazes of the crowd were all fixed on the tall and straight figure that was calmly advancing, containing a sense of shock within.
He was a young man of around twenty years of age, with jet-black hair that flowed recklessly down his back like ink. He wore a plain white robe, and was not very close-fitting at all.
However, when he walked, he exuded an extremely powerful aura, as though a divine king had descended. The crowd all moved aside, not daring to block his path.
To be able to injure a genius of the fifth level of concealment, to be able to use a vortex to swallow Yin Zhicheng up, and to heavily injure him without anyone knowing, and to capture him in his hands ?
Dong, dong, dong!
The young monk walked towards the Emperor Hall step by step. On the ground under his feet, cracks appeared from the beginning to the end, and these cracks continued to expand.
It was only when the young monk and Yin Zhicheng stopped in their tracks did they finally take a step forward, under the gazes of countless people.
"Kacha kacha!"
Although the young man stopped in his tracks, the cracks on the ground did not stop. The cracks spread like crazy as he charged straight for the Monarch Building.
The crowd was shocked. Was this going to destroy the ancient building with a single kick?
However, the cracks gradually came to a stop. In the end, the distance between him and the palace was only half a zhang away.
The truth had proven that it wasn't so easy to destroy something that had stood tall for 80,000 years in the Misty Land.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound suddenly rang out in the silence. Everyone's gazes immediately widened as they looked towards the crack below the Emperor's Mansion.
The fissure that had stopped suddenly opened up again, and crazily rushed towards the King's Tower.
"Hu Chi!"
With the support of the God Power, the King's Tower burst out a terrifying aura, rippling out a circle of strange power, blocking the cracking power that was acting as a barrier towards the tower.
"An almighty cultivator has trained here." young monk who was carrying Yin Zhicheng spat out coldly.
It was an almighty cultivator who had practiced cultivation in the Emperor Pavilion, and had left behind a mark of peerless power. The Emperor Pavilion was like a magical item, otherwise, what could the eighteenth floor possibly be? Even a 3,000-meter-tall mountain would crumble.
Although the Royal Capital was fine, the cracks extended all the way down to the edge of a cliff.
Upstairs, Xuan Zihui and the rest were all shaking, they had even used the power of the stars, if not they would not be able to stand up straight.
On the eighteenth floor of the Emperor Palace, there was a trace of energy, but no one could feel it, only the young man holding Yin Zhicheng looked at the eighteenth floor.
"Who are you, release Yin Zhicheng, or else we will kill you!" Xuan Zihui shouted. Even if this young man was strong, gentlemen's society was strong, they were not afraid of him in the Holy State. Even if a The Realm of Ruins Ranker came, there was nothing to worry about.
"Jiang Feng!" The white clothed young man stared at Xuan Zihui, his eyes revealed a coldness, and said indifferently.