This tall, thin God Envoy had calculated everything, including Ye Xiwen and Fang Qi's current condition. Yet he had overlooked one thing: Ye Xiwen's recovery speed. He could never have imagined that there was a martial art like the Phoenix Rebirth Art, capable of restoring its user to peak condition in such a short time.
The time Ye Xiwen had bought was not enough for him to return to his peak, but it was sufficient for him to recover nearly half his true essence—enough to sustain a battle.
This single miscalculation might have meant nothing ordinarily, but at this moment, it could become the most fatal flaw.
A trace of shock flashed through the tall, thin God Envoy's eyes. Ye Xiwen's recovery speed had far exceeded his expectations. Then a sharp gleam flashed in his gaze. He was recovering far too quickly; precisely because of that, he could not be allowed to continue recovering.
"Boom!"
The tall, thin God Envoy took a step forward, and a dense aura instantly spilled forth. His blood and vitality surged as a faint divine pressure shot out, shrouding Ye Xiwen. The bronze saber in his hand began to hum, and the roar of savage beasts seemed to boil within it.
Terrifying energy gathered around him, causing the entire stretch of heaven and earth to shatter on the spot.
A vast aura swept out, flattening everything in its path, leaving people utterly incredulous.
This was power akin to that of a god.
"Whoosh!"
He stomped hard, golden light flashing across his body as he vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already before Ye Xiwen. His saber came crashing down, carrying boundless momentum, vast and obscure, like the Creation of the World, sweeping across three hundred miles.
At that moment, Ye Xiwen pointed