In this place, which could escape the cosmic order, what would happen if the thunder were to fall?
Yang Zhen's face flickered with a strange light, and he plunged downwards amidst the pale-faced Eastern Desolation Emperor.
He continued to rush down to the place where the Eastern Desolation Emperor was hiding from the grand tribulation, and only then did Yang Zhen stop.
The Eastern Desolation Emperor looked ridiculous, staring at Yang Zhen with a dumbfounded expression.
"Kid, do you think that by hiding inside, you can evade the apocalyptic divine retribution?"
"No sound!"
The Eastern Desolation Emperor stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized, Yang Zhen could no longer feel his presence.
This damned place, whether created by the cosmos or artificially, could be probed from above, but not from below.
