The teleportation formation was a shortcut to the initial race.

However, the Unfettered One clearly refused to take that shortcut. The method he used was the most direct, and it was to forcefully tear open a path.

As for whether he could succeed, it was something that only he knew.

Meanwhile, the Martial Emperor spoke abruptly, “Leave this place to me!”

Yang Ye was astounded, “Just you?”

The Martial Emperor glanced at him and spoke indifferently, “Can’t I?”

Yang Ye smiled with embarrassment, “Of course, of course you can. Good luck!”

Yang Ye gazed at An Nanjing, and then they vanished into the distance.

At the instant they vanished, the seven Undead Warriors were about to attack, but the Martial Emperor suddenly appeared before them and slapped his palms forward.

Bang!

All seven of them were blasted over 30km away!

Master Tian’s pupils constricted slightly from the sight of this. Because this middle aged man who’d suddenly arrived here wasn’t just slightly strong!

He fell silent...