"Golden Twelve Palaces? What is that?"
When Zhan Cangkong heard his muttering, the curiosity of youth made him unable to stop himself from asking.
"Nothing."
Qin Shaofeng had not expected the thoughts in his heart to slip out unconsciously.
Golden Twelve Palaces.
That was an Earth animation. Though its logic had some flaws, it was also a symbol of confidence.
If the situation here truly resembled it, then his surprise might actually be justified.
In the brief moment he spent thinking, the battle had already ended.
Though that inexplicably appearing phantom was bizarre, it was only a phantom.
The clash between Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er and the Ghost Corpse King was not especially formidable either.
With the two joining forces, the phantom could not resist them indefinitely.
The instant the Ghost Corpse King fell, one person and one Ghost Corpse King charged toward the rear together.
The gap in their strength might once have been enormous.
But now, they were already nearly evenly matched.
Both were incomparably fast, vanishing in a flash of light.
By the time Qin Shaofeng reacted, the two had long since disappeared.
The people from the Three Continents all felt speechless.
But knowing that they could gain nothing, and that merely preventing the Ghost Corpse King from obtaining anything was already quite good—
Their attention instead fell upon Qin Shaofeng.
"Little Friend Li, shall we follow and take a look?" someone asked.
Since they were being so courteous, Qin Shaofeng naturally could not pretend not to hear them.
Shaking his head, he said, "Suit yourselves. I'm not in a hurry."
"We aren't in a hurry either. With those two great powers present, we're destined to get nothing anyway," the man continued.
The others nodded one after another.
This was the shared thought of every one of