"Dammit!"
Dao Mo Shu Ya roared furiously, his figure bursting forward rapidly toward Yang Zhen, only to be forced to a brutal halt in mid-air before the destructive fragments of void turbulence.
In the face of such apocalyptic destruction and terrifying void turbulence, even Dao Mo Shu Ya dared not venture recklessly into it.
Among practitioners on the brink of breaking through, fewer than one in ten could survive entering it!
This was the horror of the void turbulence.
Yet Yang Zhen, merely at the Saint Sovereign Realm and still some distance from the brink, had dashed into the void turbulence under everyone's watchful eyes, sending a shock through all present.
"It's over!"
Many practitioners collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with despair.
"What on earth is that brat up to now?"
Zhou Tong's face showed a mix of shock and confusion. If it were to say that Yang Zhen intended to escape through the void turbulence, he would definitely not believe it.