Outside the Central Island, Du Zundao was at this moment staring toward the Central Island through the Yin Yang circulation.
Sitting cross-legged on a piece of Xuanbing, his gaze was icy cold and his killing intent oppressive; it was obvious he was truly burning with rage, forcibly suppressing the fire in his heart as he thought to himself, Fine, I can't cross this Yin Yang circulation, but you want to come back? That won't be so easy either.
You can't stay on the Central Island forever, can you? As long as you dare come out, you're dead.
I'll just wait here, that Qiankun Great Method is definitely mine, it can't run!
I'll wait, I'll just wait like this!
Du Zundao thought, his face as dark as water, his gloomy eyes fixed on the opposite side.
The inside of this Central Island couldn't be seen clearly at all, because there was extremely thick mist; this mist completely shrouded the interior of the Central Island.
