For Ye Xiwen, whose cultivation had now risen to another level, the War Fortress was even less of a match. With the speed of thunder, too swift to cover one's ears, he directly swept the entire War Fortress clean. Every warrior in the fortress was slaughtered, and the fortress itself was taken into his possession.
Although he had ultimately allowed the remaining members of the Divine Alliance to escape, his harvest this time had still been immense. His trip had not been in vain.
The others could only watch helplessly as he single-handedly crushed the entire Divine Alliance. In their eyes, Ye Xiwen had instantly risen from an ordinary level to one of extreme threat. If possible, it was naturally best not to offend someone like him.
However, where the inheritance of the Lord of the Abyssal Necropolis was concerned, they had no choice but to fight for it. After taking the War Fortress, Ye Xiwen looked again toward the tomb of the Lord of the Abyssal Necropolis. The tomb had already opened, yet no one dared rush inside, because something incomparably terrifying seemed to lurk within. Even the seasoned teams of the major powers did not dare barge in recklessly.
At the tomb entrance, rolling black clouds formed from deathly aura blotted out the sky and sun, concealing everything.
Ye Xiwen returned to the Martial Sect's group. After that fierce battle, no one dared look down on him again. Outside, they might not have regarded Ye Xiwen highly. What colossal entities were they? For a mere Life Mystic Realm cultivator to think he could turn the world upside down before them—he was still far from it. Yet in the Abyssal Necropolis, no one dared underestimate him.
"Ye Xiwen, if you merely had a chance of being surrounded before, then