Though they did not want to say it, they had realized that if they stayed, becoming Ye Xiwen's burden was almost unavoidable. Their strength was decent, and their movement techniques naturally were as well. Here, they still had the confidence to fight these people, but once they got outside and these people regained their Celestial Realm Seventh Stage strength, it would be nothing short of a devastating calamity for them.
Thus, the best course was exactly as Ye Xiwen had said: they should leave first. Only then could Ye Xiwen withdraw at ease.
With that thought, the three of them vanished directly into the void. At this moment, no one noticed—or rather, even if they had, they would not have cared. After all, the Wind Kirin's corpse was in Ye Xiwen's hands, not theirs. Who cared where those few went? Many people were even secretly delighted. Without those people getting in their way, seizing the Wind Kirin would become much easier, and they would no longer need to watch their movements.
At this moment, only Ye Kuang noticed their departure. A glint flashed through his eyes, and he seemed to understand something.
The crowd was deathly silent. Everyone stared at Ye Xiwen as though they had been struck stupid. They could only watch him and the Greater Demon Race prince beneath his foot. A Heaven's Chosen outside, yet here he was like trash beneath Ye Xiwen's feet, utterly unable to move. He refused to accept it, continuously blasting out Demonic Qi in an attempt to shake Ye Xiwen away. Yet Ye Xiwen stood as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest sign of wavering.
"You Devil Race scum want to swagger across the Ancient Barrens Continent? I think you have the wrong idea!" Ye Xiwen said coldly. "This time, I'll