Ye Xiwen was currently being besieged by a group of divine beasts—legendary beasts, each one a ferocious creature renowned throughout ancient tales.
Dragons, phoenixes, qilins, Bai Ze, Bi Fang, and more, along with many ancient ferocious beasts whose names they could not even recognize.
These ferocious beasts were all formed from lightning, electric sparks flickering over their bodies as they shone with blinding brilliance. Each radiated an unimaginable savage might. Though they were not living creatures, they were even more terrifying than living creatures.
For these vicious creatures had been instilled with the instincts of battle. In other words, they possessed only combat awareness. They were simply a pack of war machines—and war machines modeled after ancient ferocious beasts at that.
Such a scene was enough to leave them utterly shaken.
If it had been any one of them, even someone like the Guiyuan Sect Master could not guarantee that they could deal with even a single one of these creatures.
Yet beneath the attacks of these ferocious beasts, Ye Xiwen refused to yield in the slightest.
"Roar!" An electric dragon let out a dragon's cry and soared into the heavens. Its claw shot straight at him, shattering countless patches of space in the sky. This was the true Dragon Claw Hand. The Dragon Claw Hands imitated by human martial arts seemed utterly laughable before it, not resembling it in the least.
That single claw could tear an entire mountain peak into powder.
It was an indescribably terrifying sight. The might of that electric dragon's claw could split mountains and shatter the earth and sky with one strike.
At this moment, Ye Xiwen, standing opposite it, was already covered in countless wounds of varying sizes. Some claw marks were so deep that bone could be seen beneath them, yet the