Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With thunderous explosions ringing out, Ye Xiwen blasted those lightning beasts apart in midair. Even ordinary Death Mystic Realm beings could not display any ferocity before him.
Before him, they were nothing at all. Once shattered by a single punch, they did not even have time to re-form before he completely absorbed them, turning them into nourishment for himself.
He fought and charged onward all the way. Those lightning beasts that might once have posed a fatal threat to him could not even slow his steps now.
Having likewise entered the Early Stage of Death Mystic Realm, his strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
At the same time, above the Abyssal Necropolis, several dozen figures floated over the abyss shrouded by endless death qi. Their powerful auras surged like invisible mountains, creating an intangible yet terrifying pressure that could be felt merely by looking at them.
These several dozen figures were all Peak Stage of Life Mystic Realm experts. Dressed in the attire of the God Alliance, they floated in the air with icy expressions and murderous intent overflowing from them.
The man leading them was precisely the violet-robed middle-aged man Ye Xiwen had seen before from the God Alliance.
Behind him stood three men—old, middle-aged, and young—with entirely different appearances. They wore the long robes of the God Alliance and bore somewhat arrogant expressions, looking down on everyone else.
"After cultivating for so many years, did you cultivate yourself into a dog's belly? You couldn't even defeat a young junior!" the young man among the three said coldly.
The violet-robed middle-aged man gave an embarrassed laugh and did not dare retort. He knew very well what standing these three held within the God Alliance.
They were talents recruited by his master. Even if they killed him