The Thunder Emperor's voice slowly sounded.

Hearing this, all the clan leaders were excited.

In the starry sky.

Ye Feng looked at the Wanzu Continent trapped by the cover and let out a sigh of relief. He felt that this should be foolproof, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

But, just at this moment.

On the top of the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Tribes, the ancient coffin belonging to the Thunder Emperor suddenly shook, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky. With a "crack", it easily crushed the cover arranged by Ye Feng.

next moment.

Countless lightning split the void, causing a huge crack to appear there, leading to an unknown gap in time and space.

"Wanzu Continent wants to escape!"

Ye Feng understood this instantly.

He quickly caught up and tried to put in the tracking mark.

"roll!"

The ancient coffin where the Thunder Emperor was placed shook slightly, and a bolt of lightning struck, shattering Ye Feng's whole body.

Immediately afterwards.

The Wanzu Continent soared upwards, escaped into the huge crack in time and space, and disappeared without a trace.

"The Continent of Ten Thousand Races has disappeared?"

"This is how to do?"

The faces of practitioners from all walks of life changed drastically.

If the Wanzu Continent does not disappear, as long as Ye Feng guards there, he can kill the Wanzu clan leaders who go out to ensure that the world is safe.

But now, the Ten Thousand Races Continent has disappeared!

Even the images projected by Ye Feng to all walks of life gradually disintegrated and ceased to exist.

This means one thing.

The continent of Wanzu has turned from light to darkness.

Once the clan leader sneaks out, he can enter the Three Thousand Realm and kill countless living beings silently.

Thinking of this, everyone became more and more worried.

In the starry sky.

The Holy Emperors of the Ten Directions, the Great Elders, and the powerful saints who came from other places also thought of this, and their faces were full of fear and worry.

"Oh no!"

Ye Feng's voice sounded.

In the starry sky.

Countless stars condensed in the middle and turned into Ye Feng's figure. Now, he has lost his sense of the Ten Thousand Races Continent, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Master Ye, the Wanzu Continent has disappeared. Now the enemy is in darkness and we are clear. We are very passive. What should we do now?"

The Holy Emperor of Ten Directions asked, his whole body trembling slightly.

Everyone also looked at Ye Feng, wondering how he would face this difficult problem.

[PS: Chinese New Year is coming soon, give yourself a holiday, two updates for now...]

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