This seemed utterly incredible. After all, Ye Xiwen was only one man, yet he had given them the feeling that the Ancient Wasteland was about to see the heavens change.
But to them, this was no laughing matter. To a certain extent, Ye Xiwen's deterrent was even greater than Taicang King's.
The reason was simple. Although Taicang King was powerful, he clearly could not act whenever he pleased. He might even have been restrained by some formidable existence. Otherwise, Taicang King alone could have beaten the Devil Race invasion army into ashes and scattered smoke.
To experts at Taicang King's level, numbers were no longer that important. Besides, these Devil Race members stood as far beneath a Seal King Expert as heaven from earth. They were like countless ants; as long as one was careful, they could hardly pose any real threat.
With that thought, everyone relaxed slightly. But Ye Xiwen was different. He did not have Taicang King's restrictions and could act freely. He was also an Early Stage of Life Mystic Realm expert with terrifying strength to begin with. Added to that were the artifacts in his hands—no one knew just how much power he could truly unleash.
Such a person was the most terrifying. At least for now, they were no longer his match. Only by calling out the old antiques within their clans, or asking those primordial fiends to act, might they be able to contend with him.
While the great figures of the Ancient Wasteland were discussing matters heatedly, Phoenix King suddenly came to his senses. Yet he showed no annoyance; instead, a faintly amused expression appeared on his face.
"This brat really fooled them all. He spoke so righteously, but he has probably lost the strength to fight any longer. I don't know what