"Stop!" Seeing Ye Xiwen swallow the Dao Fragment in one gulp, many people immediately roared. Hadn't they come here for this Dao Fragment? Yet now it had actually fallen into Ye Xiwen's hands. Their hearts were simply bleeding.
My Dao Fragment!
My Dao Fragment!
The Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders in particular were both furious and enraged. Ye Xiwen had just heavily wounded several of them in one breath—how could they not be burning with rage? But there was nothing they could do. They could force their way through spatial fractures, but before the chaotic flow of time, they had no means at all.
Just moments ago, several people had tried to charge into the chaotic flow of time. In the end, they either had over a thousand years of their lifespan shaved away like Wei Tianxiang, or fell into a tortoise-slow state, where while others walked for a year, only a second passed for them. In the end, everyone could only watch them move slowly as though they were acting in a slow-motion film.
Ye Xiwen sneered. How could he not know what they were thinking? Yet he did not pause in the slightest. These people were wolves. If he showed even the slightest negligence, he might be killed by these fellows whose eyes had gone red with slaughter.
Moreover, he had no time to think further. The instant he swallowed the Dao Fragment, countless laws of space and time manifested within his body, some fast and some slow. The spatial laws alone were manageable—his physical body had long been cultivated to an indestructible level, and both his skin and internal organs were exceptionally powerful. But time was something Ye Xiwen had no way to control. Thus, an extremely strange sight appeared: his head gradually began to age, while