To lure Ye Xiwen into the trap, the Asura City Lord had truly exhausted every chip he could mobilize. If this continued, Ye Xiwen would drag him down sooner or later. Rather than that, he might as well risk his life in one desperate gamble and keep Ye Xiwen here. Then they would still have hope.
Ye Xiwen said nothing. He merely silently collected the Human Race slaves present, one by one, into the Celestial Realm. These had once been heroes who fought for the Human Race, yet they had fallen to such a state.
He let out a long sigh. Perhaps he could not save everyone, but at the very least, he had to save those right before his eyes whom he could save.
When these Human Race members were rescued by him, a faint spark of life flickered in their eyes before they returned to their deathly, vacant expressions.
He rescued them one after another, yet not a single Devil Race member in the entire arena stepped forward to stop him. They merely stared blankly at this audacious Human Race man.
Even the three Devil Race city lords of the Celestial Realm Fourth Stage in the sky made no move. They only watched Ye Xiwen with cold smiles.
When Ye Xiwen reached the last person, he discovered that she was an elderly woman. Yet he could tell that she was not actually old; she had merely aged to the extreme after her cultivation and blood essence had been drained dry.
The instant Ye Xiwen's hand touched her body, a deafening explosion erupted. The elderly woman exploded on the spot, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky. She had once been a Celestial Realm expert, and now she had detonated at point-blank range before Ye Xiwen.