Ling Yun's footsteps stopped.

Behind him, Luo Qianqian and the people in Piaomiao Mountain looked ahead in shock.

There is no road ahead.

The earth is interrupted.

What caught their vision was an endless abyss.

Besides them, there were many other warriors who also stopped in front of the abyss.

"Ling Yun."

Suddenly, Ling Yun felt a cold gaze.

He turned around and saw several familiar figures.

These figures were clearly warriors from the Ancient Moon Sect, and the leader was none other than Situ Chan.

However, both parties were very sensible and did not act rashly.

After all, there are more than just two warriors here.

If they fight each other, others will only take advantage.

In the absence of profit incentives, it is undoubtedly extremely unwise to do so.

At this time, someone tried to fly forward.

As a result, in an instant, these people were swept by a black storm and were completely destroyed physically and mentally.

"It's Gangfeng."

Someone said in horror.

Everyone else's eyes showed horror.

Gangfeng, this is a kind of storm comparable to Linggang attack.

A small number of Gangfeng might not be afraid of them given the strength of the warriors present.

But looking at the abyss and void ahead, dense winds are everywhere.

Once a person enters it, he will be attacked by tens of thousands of powerful people in the virtual realm at the same time.

Even a peak PoXu warrior cannot withstand such an attack.

For a time, many people looked at each other.

There is a dead end ahead, so how can they continue to move forward?

Just when everyone was in shock, a dull sound of breaking wind came from the abyss.

People's minds were awe-inspiring, staring closely at the abyss and void to prevent anything harmful from appearing.
Chapter completed!