While they were speaking, Ye Xiwen had already taken another five million Mystic Pills. But it was still not enough. How could he have the time to bother with these people now? His bottom line was to seize at least twenty million Mystic Pills before it would be enough.
"I think you're really courting death!" Hong Tianlin tore his hands apart, and golden light filled the sky, as though it could shatter everything, sweeping thunderously toward Ye Xiwen. Vast waves of energy crushed all in their path as they surged forward.
The terrifying strength of the Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm was fully revealed at this moment.
Ye Xiwen did not even look. He simply spread his palm, and endless golden divinity spilled forth, forming a golden shield that protected him within.
"Rumble!"
With an earth-shaking roar, Hong Tianlin's attack was actually blocked by Ye Xiwen with a single hand, unable to affect his movements in the slightest.
"Hong Tianlin, it seems you're nothing much after all. You can't even deal with a mere Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm brat. I'd say your reputation is nothing but empty fame!" Old Monster Xingchen mocked, though inwardly he was rather alarmed. He had fought Hong Tianlin for many years; how could he not know the extent of Hong Tianlin's strength? Yet he could not take down someone at the Middle Stage of Death Mystic Realm. That alone was abnormal.
"Hmph, just wait and see!"
In that instant, vast true essence erupted from Hong Tianlin's entire body, and he seemed to swell dramatically in size. A colossal battle flag suddenly appeared around him. The flag looked somewhat tattered, square in shape, and was still splattered with blood from who knew when—a bloodstain that had yet to dry even now.
"Swish!"
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