Boom!
Boom!
The Star Spirit Realm shook incessantly, alarming Ye Xingchen outside.
He frowned, turned to look at the plane behind him trembling irregularly, and began to worry whether the Sect Master and his fellow disciples were safe.
Wait?
Why was he here?
The scene shifted. In the universe before Ye Xingchen, wreckage from warships and corpses floated everywhere, blood pooling into a river. The scene resembled a slaughterhouse.
The Star Spirit Realm had originally received an unending stream of reinforcements, but they had suddenly come to a halt because he had stopped them.
More precisely.
The Night Emperor had arrived.
But he had not entered the Star Spirit Realm. Like a door guardian, he stood before the Space Rift.
"Kid!" An enraged voice rang out from a floating warship in the distance. "Who exactly are you!"
"Whoosh!"
Ye Xingchen raised the Wine Gourd and took a swig of Drunk Life Dream Death. Slowly lifting his halberd, he said coldly, "Eternal Sect Disciple, Ye Xingchen."
If Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji heard that, they would surely be moved to tears.
He was still the same junior brother as before, without the slightest change. Time was merely a trial; the faith planted in his heart had not diminished in the least.
"Eternal Sect?"
"So that's it!"
The Demon Emperor's intercepted reinforcements understood.
"Gulp, gulp!"
Ye Xingchen took another two swigs of Drunk Life Dream Death, then dashing the Wine Gourd onto his back, swayed slightly as he said, "This is a Forbidden Land. Those who enter die."
As he shouted the final word, killing intent filled his bleary eyes.
Just hearing the words.
It was hard to convey the Night Emperor's dominance.
But as the view gradually pulled back, revealing him standing alone at the Space Rift leading into the plane,