"Is this... the end?"
Qin Shaofeng stared at the barrier before him, like an invisible wall in a game, and froze.
Before fighting his way here, he had calculated every possibility.
Yet he had never foreseen this.
After the shock came excitement.
Since Yin Yang City's world covered only such a small area, it would become exponentially harder for the Ghost Corpse Race to escape.
It could even be called catching turtles in a jar.
It seemed that the tomb masters who had created this Yin Yang City world had never intended to let the Ghost Corpse Race escape this place!
In just a few breaths,
he had already figured everything out. He suddenly turned around and headed toward the Beast Tide they had left far behind.
After the earlier battle with the Beast King,
not a single beast they passed along the way dared attack him again.
Even when they encountered Beast Kings,
they would only glance at him from afar before immediately fleeing into the distance.
The emergence of this situation made him realize that hunting down the Ghost Corpse Race now seemed to have become extremely easy.
"How, how could this..."
"How could this happen?"
"What happened?"
"Why have all the roads we came by disappeared?"
While Qin Shaofeng was still calculating what might happen next, he heard the Third Battle Team's cries of alarm erupt one after another.
Perhaps the road out of Yin Yang City had never existed in the first place.
To Qin Shaofeng, this might not have meant much.
But the people of the Third Battle Team he now led all believed themselves to be people who lived in Yin Yang City's world.
Not being able to find the road they had come from was a blow beyond imagining.
After glancing at everyone,