Boom~~~
A loud noise, earth-shaking, a five-meter-diameter pit appeared before everyone's eyes.
All eyes turned to the pit, wide-eyed, jaws nearly dropping, each person in stunned silence, breathing in cold air.
With a casual strike, to cause such damage—truly defying the heavens.
Shenyang was full of shock, his mouth dry and tongue parched, the Forbidden Device in his hand already broken in two.
Ye Tian took a step forward.
"Reason."
Ye Tian's figure, like a heavy mountain, descended from the sky, pressing Shenyang so hard he could barely breathe.
Too domineering!
Shenyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty: "Two years later, the Divine Martial Battle."
King You's eyes flashed with a gleam, muttering to himself: "I wasn't wrong, it really is the Divine Martial Battle."
He had just risked his life to strike, just to make Shenyang speak those four words himself.
