Ye Lin merely smiled faintly and said nothing.
"Let's go. I think I can already see Central Continent."
Through the heavy clouds before him, Ye Lin spotted a vast continent looming in and out of view. It stretched boundlessly, magnificent beyond measure, occupying half the sea before them.
"So this is Central Continent?"
Dugu Feng stepped to Ye Lin's side and gazed with him at the hazy phantom in the distance, muttering to himself. He had arrived—arrived at the Central Continent that geniuses from the Four Continents dreamed of day and night.
This place before them was the true Contest Arena for geniuses, the true graveyard of geniuses.
"Let's go take a look. Let's see what makes this Central Continent so different, and why it draws so many people to it."
The corners of Ye Lin's lips rose. With a single step, his body had already crossed ten thousand miles, while Dugu Feng followed closely behind him.
Their figures flickered through the sky like ghosts, vanishing and reappearing, vanishing and reappearing.
"A barrier."
A few breaths later, Ye Lin had already arrived before the continent. As he looked at the lush land shrouded in clouds and tried to advance further, he encountered an unprecedented resistance.
Ye Lin slowly extended his palm. The next moment, a solid sensation reached his mind. There was a barrier ahead.
"Central Continent has an air wall like this? No one ever mentioned it."
Dugu Feng slowly touched the barrier before him as well and spoke flatly.
Put plainly, this barrier was the product of high-speed turbulent air currents colliding and merging with one another—an incomparably solid wall of air.
"We've come this far. We can't possibly be stopped here by this thing, can we?"
After pondering briefly, Ye Lin gradually exerted force with his palm.