Ye Xiwen was incredibly fast. A pair of Wind-Thunder Wings faintly took shape behind him, and in an instant, he had flown thousands of miles, racing toward those three figures.
However, he quickly decided to dive straight into the seabed so as not to alert the three figures ahead.
Before long, Ye Xiwen caught up with the three in the sea. Only when he truly saw them did he realize that things were nothing like he had imagined. The three were not together at all. A young human man who looked to be in his twenties was fleeing ahead, gliding through the sky like a bird.
Two sea race experts were hot on his heels. One was an elderly-looking man with a somewhat slight build, whose face faintly flickered with divine light. Beside him was another robust, middle-aged sea race expert, his face almost entirely covered in scales like a merman's, also pursuing closely from behind.
The human youth had been injured, after all, and could not flee quickly. Before long, the two sea race experts caught him and spread out in a fan shape, surrounding him.
"Fang Qi, you had better surrender obediently. Only by submitting beneath my god's command will you have a true chance at eternal life. Those false gods you worship are utterly unworthy of holding divine thrones!" the elderly sea race man sneered.
"Pah! Old Demon Yu, and Chou Hongchang too—I would rather die than surrender to envoys of false gods like you!" The human youth spoke with an air of righteous grandeur.
God Envoys!
The term sprang into Ye Xiwen's mind at once. He was far too familiar with it. Ever since he had been forced to become the god envoy of some unknown god, he had looked through relevant records. Although Ye Mo