In the end, an arm is no match for a thigh.
Under Xu Fan's insistence, the group had no choice but to follow him fearfully, gritting their teeth as they headed toward the Jiuyou Lands.
The people had spent hundreds or even thousands of years on the Final Star, and consequently, they didn't fear death. At the very least, if there were enough benefits involved, they had the courage and conviction to risk their lives on the gamble.
To everyone, Xu Fan embodied the immense benefits and hopes they could not refuse.
The Final Star served as a gateway to the Jiuyou Lands and wasn't too far from it. In just a few short minutes, a massive rift that continuously spewed a mysterious black aura appeared in front of them.
This rift seemed to manifest out of nowhere in the starry sky, as if it had been forcibly smashed open by some great force. Just like an abyss, it appeared abrupt and bizarre.
