"Trying to leave? Too late. I said it already—today, all of you will die!" Ye Xiwen's icy voice rang out.
"Ye Xiwen, you have already been placed on the Wild Sky Hall's kill list. No one can save you! Between you and the Wild Sky Hall, it will be an endless struggle to the death, forever and ever!" Elder Xuanting roared with heart-rending fury.
Every one of these Mystic Realm experts was a treasure of the Wild Sky Hall. Who knew how much effort had been spent nurturing them?
Unlike the Divine Alliance, which had only risen to prominence a few thousand years ago, more than half of its top experts had been recruited from outside rather than raised by the alliance itself.
The vast majority of the Wild Sky Hall's experts had been cultivated by the hall itself. The wealth required to nurture a single Mystic Realm expert was an astronomical figure, something countless people would not even dare imagine.
If more than a dozen Mystic Realm experts were simply lost here, it would undoubtedly be an immense blow to the Wild Sky Hall.
And he would become a sinner of the Wild Sky Hall. As an ancient and colossal organization that had existed for who knew how many years, Elder Xuanting's sense of belonging toward the Wild Sky Hall far surpassed Stone-Man Elder's sense of belonging toward the Divine Alliance.
Ye Xiwen floated in midair, his black hair scattering wildly through the night. His gaze was cold, and killing intent spilled in all directions.
Elder Xuanting's words had not the slightest effect on him. They could not even shake his resolve.
As far as he was concerned, the grudge between him and the Wild Sky Hall had long since become irreconcilable.
To many people, Ye Xiwen had merely