The two ran quickly, and in an instant, they had sprinted over ten kilometers.
Yang Fei and An Zichen realized.
The closer they got to the Heavenly Pillar, the more abundant the vitality in the air became.
The air was fresh, with moisture, while the underground ruins remained deathly silent, yet appeared very damp.
In this ruin, it seemed that vibrant flowers could bloom at any moment.
Yang Fei and An Zichen had never seen such a peculiar scene and couldn't help but click their tongues in praise.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded from ahead.
"Stop!"
Yang Fei and An Zichen were taken by surprise.
Their heads jerked up, seeing that at some unknown time, a refined and intelligent young man had appeared on the ruin ahead.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his face and a black-and-white checkered suit, looking poised, elegant, and academic.
Zeus!
Yang Fei recognized this lifetime enemy at a glance, the fire seemed to blaze from his eyes.
