"Bastard, what happened there?" Ye Chen was eager to punch through the mountain to see the scene beyond, but he lacked the ability.
The Kings made it clear that unless one was a figure of the Heaven-Felling Realm, it was impossible to cross the mountain to provide aid.
"Squeak Squeak!"
Unknown creatures behind the mountain emitted piercing cries, like metal scraping, causing one's scalp to tingle. A group of Kings fought fiercely with them, continuously roaring with anger, unwillingness, and despair.
Ye Chen imagined the scene behind the mountain, feeling an oppressive weight that suffocated him.
"Quickly leave!"
"Leave a spark for all living beings!"
"Do not venture into the Heavenly Abyss again, it harbors terror, unless the Heaven-Felling descends, no one can change it!"
"Never come here again!"
A group of Kings fought to the death, yet they didn't forget to send a message to Ye Chen, urging him to leave quickly.
"Boom!"
