"The Divine Alliance's people have arrived too. It looks like they've sent expert after expert. With so many masters surrounding him, Ye Xiwen is probably doomed!"
"Ah, what a pity. Such an unparalleled genius—he supposedly only entered the Profound Realm not long ago and had yet to shine with his own light, yet now he was about to fall like this!"
Everyone sighed with emotion. They had also rushed over, but seeing that both sides had completely surrounded Ye Xiwen, they could only stop at a distance.
Ye Xiwen keenly noticed that although these two groups appeared to have surrounded him from front and back, they had actually begun to show faint hostility toward one another.
Though this tendency was not especially obvious, Ye Xiwen still saw through it.
"Is it because you're fighting over my head?" Ye Xiwen sneered.
"Ye Xiwen, don't even think of escaping today. You'd better surrender obediently!" Suddenly, a Peak Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm expert from the Divine Alliance stepped forward and pointed at Ye Xiwen.
As for Elder Xuanting and the Stone-Man Elder, neither spoke. They looked as though they had closed their eyes to rest, yet Ye Xiwen could clearly sense that their divine senses were wholly fixed upon him, never ceasing for even a moment.
The slightest unusual movement from him would likely draw the thunderous strike of these two peerless powerhouses.
"Escape? I never said I intended to escape today!" A set of noble robes faintly appeared upon Ye Xiwen's body, earthen yellow in color, representing utmost dignity.
A pair of Fire Cloud Boots appeared beneath his feet, violently blazing like a mass of burning flames. Above his head, an azure Water Monarch Crown emitted wave after wave of watery blue ripples, faintly forming a blue halo that protected