The Real Culprit!

Dark night sky.

Hum--

A trace of shockwave flashed past.

Boom!

A warship shattered abruptly, accompanied by a intense tremor, and vanished into countless particles! At this moment, across the boundless outer space surrounding the planet, the densely packed Tycoon Warships had actually all vanished! In the starry sky, only a single warship remained—no, or rather...

An eternal throne!

There seemed to be a human figure upon the throne, casting a cold gaze toward this planet on which humanity depended for survival.

Swish!

He waved his hand gently, and one phantom after another emerged.

Above the throne, thousands of wonderful and mysterious rays of light were projected, condensing in this starry sky into the shapes of warships, just as they had been before their destruction.

This starry sky seemed as though nothing had ever happened.

It remained as bustling as ever.

Night.

Grew deeper.

A distant world.

Some people seemed to be busy, and those leading them had a pair of sharp horns growing on their foreheads.

Clearly.

This was the Double Horn World, the world Chen Feng and the others were familiar with.

"How is the tracking going?"

An aged voice sounded.

"Unable to track."

"After Chen Feng left this world, all traces of him vanished."

That person said with shame.

"Trash!"

An angry reprimand sounded. "Wasn't letting Chen Feng escape on purpose meant to find the world he belongs to? You actually failed the tracking! What use are we paying you for!"

That voice was furious, revealing an even more astonishing piece of news.

Chen Feng...

Was actually let go by them on purpose!

That made sense. In this mysterious and powerful Double Horn World, Chen Feng was ultimately far too weak. If they hadn't deliberately gone easy on him, Chen Feng would never have been able