The intense explosions and power flowed crazily through this space, but after the golden light flashed, Fang Yu, along with a group of Duorong Federation troops, had already vanished from this damaged space.
"Damn it! Damn it! I couldn't kill Fang Yu even with this!"
Meng Biao's face twisted with rage, the stone in his hand had lost its spirit, turning into an ordinary rock.
Before the surrounding energy fluctuations dissipated, the remaining forces gradually constructed a phantom, from which a voice emerged:
"To use up my strength on such an easy checkpoint, Meng Biao, remember, you have only one last chance, and it must be used on Kong Huaao."
"This man is an emerging figure from another faction, destined for significant cultivation in the future. Kill him, and you will have the opportunity to rise. Understand?"
Upon hearing this voice, Meng Biao immediately snapped to attention and respectfully said to the phantom, "Understood, sir!"
