Walk away as soon as you decide, without any hesitation.
Fang Zhixing followed Cen Shujun and Ma Zhao'an, flying towards the Interstellar Teleportation Formation.
The day gradually turned to dusk, the setting sun like blood.
The three of them flew side by side, like three large wild geese.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a stern voice rang out unexpectedly, sounding like a thunderclap, shaking the heavens and earth.
Cen Shujun was startled, quickly stopped, and turned around to look, shouting, "Uncle Wu, are you calling me?"
Seven or eight figures flew over rapidly, each one exuding overwhelming majesty and arrogance.
They were all Second-grade powerhouses!
They approached aggressively, suddenly split up, and stopped around the three, forming an encirclement.
"This..."
Cen Shujun and Ma Zhao'an were inexplicably nervous and at a loss, but they quickly noticed that everyone's gaze was focused on Fang Zhixing.
