Translator: Aran

  While ruminating, Ye Qingyu did not slow down in the least bit.

  This was an all-out desperate sprint.

  Thirty minutes later.

  "Eh? What's that? Are tombstones rising into the sky?" Carrying the [Quasi-emperor Xiaofei], the fat man suddenly exclaimed involuntarily, "Look, tombstones are flying up high…… into the heavens."

  Ye Qingyu was startled at once when he looked over.

  Fifty to sixty kilometers in front of them, seven giant black ..