At this moment, the situation in the Formation Space was somewhat eerie. The small world that had just been bustling not only housed Yang Tianyou and his family but also his brother Zhu Ganghuo, and some small, sprinting, jumping beasts.
But now, there was only a brown bear with a pair of small wings and a young man left. The two, one person and one bear, were sitting around a pile of scrumptious delicacies, devouring them heartily.
Tianpeng was nearly going mad. What the hell was going on?
"Who are you?" Tianpeng's eyes were firmly fixed on Li Qingming, his face full of caution.
Holding a chicken leg in his hand and gnawing it greasily, Li Qingming responded irrelevantly, "Big dummy, have the trash outside been dealt with?"
"Who exactly are you, and why are you in my formation space? Moreover, where is Brother Yang's family?" Tianpeng looked displeased, his immense Yuqing True Essence always ready to be triggered.
