At that moment, a blood-soaked figure stood in the void, looking as though a gust of wind could blow him down.
Everyone was still immersed in the shock Ye Xiwen had just dealt them. A chill ran through their entire bodies. Counting the four just now, the severely wounded Ye Xiwen had slaughtered seven King Tier experts in succession. What kind of shock was that? They all knew they could never accomplish such a thing.
In the simplest terms, Ye Xiwen alone was worth seven people. With him present, the human race was equivalent to having seven King Tier experts, and their strength seemed to have risen enormously in an instant.
Even more people felt their hearts turn cold, especially the King Tier experts and those small races that had provoked the human race over the years. Their fear was all the more intense.
For a small race, having a single King Tier expert holding the fort was already quite impressive. If they encountered a slaughtering god like Ye Xiwen, they could only count themselves unlucky.
Ye Fan immediately shot forward in a single stride, catching the swaying Ye Xiwen while vigilantly sweeping his gaze over the King Tier experts eyeing them like tigers watching prey.
The human experts also gathered around the two of them one after another. Though they too were experts of the Celestial Supreme Realm, they understood that either of these two men was far more precious than they were.
Some even gritted their teeth and thought that, if it truly came to it, they would rather die on the spot than let Ye Xiwen be harmed.
Their deaths meant nothing, but if Ye Xiwen died too, then the human race would truly have no hope left.
They might have come from different factions, but if