Ye Qiong looked at Ye Xiwen. Before this, he had not believed Ye Xiwen possessed the strength to defeat Feng Wuying either. But after that earlier battle, he had seen it with his own eyes. Baili Yi and the others were all outstanding young talents, figures of their generation, yet before Ye Xiwen, they had been defeated with practically no power to fight back.
That was why he intended to send him into battle. At a time like this, the human race could not lose its nerve.
"I understand. I'll prepare properly!" Ye Xiwen said.
After bidding Ye Tianqiong farewell, Ye Xiwen immediately returned to his residence. This matter was far more complicated than he had imagined. Even if the Abyssal Demon Lord's true body might descend, the human race could not retreat now—not even a single step.
Every race was waiting to see them make fools of themselves. The more it was so, the more they needed to face it head-on. If only the Abyssal Demon Lord's incarnation descended, there was truly nothing to fear. Though he was a King Tier Abyssal Demon Lord, there were quite a few experts of that level on this planet. Ye Tianqiong alone was a terrifying expert ranked among them.
If only an incarnation descended, it could not stir up any great waves. What they feared most was his true body descending. That would absolutely be a calamitous disaster.
Ye Xiwen had originally planned to visit Fa Wushuang, but he was told that Fa Wushuang had already been sent back to the Ancient Barrens Continent. His injuries were too severe; he truly could not hold on any longer.
Yet several shadows of gloom flashed through Ye Xiwen's heart.
While Ye Xiwen entered seclusion to prepare for the duel a few days later, discussion