After Feng Xinglan and the others responded, they couldn't help but use more force.
Their wrists were almost bruised and swollen from being grabbed, but they would not let go even if it hurt.
The other geniuses were also completely unable to open their eyes, because once they opened their eyes, countless cold winds would madly attack their eyes, destroying them in a moment.
In the endless darkness, Yuwen Zhou held the person in his arms tightly with both hands, and Fan Yuer also subconsciously hugged his neck.
There was a buzzing sound in the ears, which shocked the hearing.
Yu Wenzhou suddenly leaned over, close to her forehead, his breath hitting the ends of her hair, and he closed his eyes and whispered, "Yu'er, I like you."
He finally spoke out what he had hidden in his heart for many years. Unfortunately, he was still a coward, because he could only speak out when everyone was weak.
He knew that Yu'er liked handsome men, but he was not handsome. In fact, compared with others, his appearance was only ordinary.
Fan Yuer's eyelids twitched, and she leaned her head on his chest.
On the other side, the wind was still blowing hard in the martial arts field. The fifty big men on the high platform were holding the spiritual feather orders that were assigned to them, and then they were sucked into the space crack by a powerful suction force.
The Emperor is also among them.
Unlike the others, he entered as the host and the howling winds seemed to avoid him in fear. His deep eyes were always following that beautiful figure.
The Supreme Elders looked at each other and also flashed into the space crack.
After a while, the martial arts field calmed down, but the surroundings were in a mess.
Zong Renwu, who was standing on the high platform, slowly stood up, looked into the distance with a melancholy look on his face, and sighed softly, "You must return safely."
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