Ye Xiwen had thought it over carefully just now. In the end, he decided to stay behind and hold off the others while Ye Qianqian went in to receive the inheritance—not merely because Ye Qianqian could not stop those who came after them.
More importantly, why had he gone to such lengths to obtain the Lord of the Abyssal Necropolis's inheritance? Was it not so that, after gaining that inheritance, he could swiftly step into the ranks of those who had attained the Dao? Only then would he have a chance to contend against the Abyssal Demon Lord. Otherwise, the sinking of the Ancient Wasteland Continent would merely be a matter of time.
This was a desperate measure born of having no other choice. And if Ye Qianqian could obtain the Lord of the Abyssal Necropolis's inheritance and attain the Dao in one stroke, then to him, the result would be no different from obtaining the inheritance himself.
Besides, Ye Xiwen also harbored a selfish motive in his heart, one not fit to be spoken of to outsiders.
Boom!
An incomparably terrifying aura spread out from Ye Xiwen's body. Behind him formed a vast, boundless cosmic void, countless stars revolving within it. His fist intent became the will of that universe, sweeping outward, not the slightest bit inferior to the remaining three.
"Bull Demon Shakes Heaven!" At that moment, the bull-headed man launched the first attack. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to vanish. The enormous Falling Devil Staff smashed down, its movements containing all the intricacies of fist arts. One could well imagine just how profound this bull-headed man's cultivation in martial arts had become.
Even the Falling Devil Staff in the bull-headed man's hands was no longer a magical artifact, but an extension of his limbs, exceedingly