"Go back."
Take out the Yin-Yang Shuttle Gate.
"Ding... Host consumes ten thousand Pretentiousness Points, using Yin-Yang Shuttle Gate."
Step into the gate, as he enters, the door slowly disappears.
...
Yang Realm.
A silent mountain ridge.
It is June now, the summer heat is scorching, but in the ridge, there is no sense of the summer heat, just a growing chill.
"Hurry and leave, I'll hold it off."
A strong, firm voice spoke.
"Zhou Team, we live and die together."
"If we don't leave, it's just death, it's not my first time dying in the Holy City."
Behind Brother Zhou stood a group of young men and women, all looking so young, now incredibly disheveled, like desperate fugitives.
However, faced with the imminent danger, knowing they would die, they still don't want to leave.
Zhou Team was furious, kicked a young man in the belly, sending him flying, and scolded, "Get lost, don't interfere with me."
