In the Divine Abandoned Land, various battles intertwined, leaving no one untouched.
The beast tide phantoms no longer appeared, and in the midst of combat, no one noticed that the entire Divine Abandoned Land, and even the entire space, was trembling. The once blue sky was now riddled with fine cracks.
Bang bang—!
A loud crash erupted, and two figures quickly separated.
One person only retreated a single zhang, while the other was pushed back several hundred zhang.
The surrounding melee seemed to have no impact on the two of them.
Lan Gang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold as he gazed at Shen Bicheng, whom he had forced back a hundred zhang. Shen Bicheng, his body soaked in blood, lips tightly pressed, but his resolute features still bore an unyielding aura.
"Five years, your progress is indeed surprising," Lan Gang said indifferently.
In reality, his heart was surging like a raging sea.
