The explosion made the hearts of the nearby geniuses go cold.
The Hidden Book Room turned into dust, and the golden flames kept on burning.
No one could see the warm youth or Zhao Feng. There were no signs of any bodies anywhere.
The nearby geniuses couldn’t help but feel sympathetic and unresigned. Both Zhao Feng and Wen Luoan were powerful dark horses.
“Both dead…. So unfortunate….”
Nan Gongsheng looked toward the golden flames that had turned everything into dust.
He had to admit that the bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races were monstrous.
Wen Luoan had been able to charge over to Zhao Feng’s location and unleash a suicide attack even after being ruthlessly beaten by Nan Gongsheng and the Eye of Heaven.
Boom!
The dimension of the Demigod Forgotten Garden started to tremble, and lights started to flash.
Miao miao!
The beast King and the little thieving cat quickly flew over. Meng Xi also rushed over.
“They’re both dead?”