"Damn it! What happened?"
"This planet looks like it's finished!"
"..."
Faced with the apocalyptic sight of the planet shattering and mountains collapsing as the earth split apart, not a single Warlock King of the Taboo Dynasty panicked. Powerful Spell Shields instantly emerged around their bodies.
The erupting magma and terrifying boulders slammed into the bodies of those Warlock Kings from the dynasties, only to be easily knocked away. They could not harm them in the slightest.
Every Warlock at the Warlock King rank possessed peerlessly formidable strength. One person alone could easily destroy a world. Only the explosion of a rank-four plane or higher possessed the terrifying force needed to injure them.
The world where the Reflection Wall had stood was not a complete rank-four plane, but a planetary secret realm. The self-destruction of such a planetary secret realm could not possibly harm human Warlocks at the Warlock King rank.
The Warlock Kings of the dynasties all focused their gazes upon Yang Feng, their eyes filled with gravity.
Endless streams of azure air flowed out from the Reflection Wall and entered Yang Feng's body, while countless profound and mysterious spell seals surfaced around him.
A trace of envy flashed through the eyes of every powerhouse from the dynasties. They all knew that Yang Feng had definitely gained enormous benefits from the Reflection Wall.
Yet no one went to interfere. Interfering with Yang Feng's advancement under such circumstances would mean becoming mortal enemies, locked in a struggle to the death. Even with the Taboo Dynasty's protection, Yang Feng would never let the matter rest.
An incomparably terrifying force of space emerged within Yang Feng's body, and a spatial gate that seemed to be formed from the condensation of countless Spatial Gates suddenly appeared.
Ripples of time rose around that spatial