"Who else... wanted a fair fight?"
Amid the dust and smoke, Ye Xiwen stood like a demon god.
His icy gaze made people shudder with fear.
Ye Xiwen stretched out a large hand and casually seized the knight he had slammed headfirst into the ground, pulling him into the Heavenly Origin Mirror. Already heavily injured by Ye Xiwen, he had no room whatsoever to resist.
"What are you going to do to him?" one of the knights roared furiously.
"The ones who should kill you won't be me. Someone else will settle things with you!" Ye Xiwen said coldly.
Whoosh!
His figure vanished into the void, leaving behind only an afterimage that swiftly faded away.
"Everyone be careful, form up!" the Chief of the Iron Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders shouted hurriedly. The six knights gathered into a circle. For warriors who had come down from the battlefield, their true strength lay in the terrifying power they displayed once they formed a battle array.
On their own, they might not have been the strongest, but if they formed a squad of more than ten, the force of their charge could instantly slaughter ten experts of the same realm.
At this point, apart from the three who had fallen in the Eighth World, there was one whom Ye Xiwen had severely injured earlier whose fate was unknown, two whose arms Ye Xiwen had severed, and the one Ye Xiwen had just captured. In total, only six remained.
Yet once they formed their array, their bearing immediately changed. Their aura soared in an instant, incomparably terrifying as it swept through all directions.
Compared to before, it was like heaven and earth. Even stronger experts could not possibly confront them head-on. This was the function of a military formation. Compared with ordinary formations, military