Charging into the formation, Ye Xiwen immediately blacked out. Even someone as tough as him could no longer hold on at this point and collapsed on the spot.
No one knew how much time had passed. Amid a stretch of chaos, everything was silent and still. Only slowly did he awaken from that chaos.
He had only just groggily opened his eyes and had yet to fully come to his senses when a soft chuckle reached him.
"You brat, you're awake?"
His heart suddenly tightened, and he instantly sobered up. With a flip, he sprang to his feet, only to see a proud middle-aged man standing before him with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing across his face. Distant memories surged into his mind at once. If this was not Li Feng, whom he had not seen for many years, then who could it be?
He relaxed slightly and let out a breath.
"It has only been a few hundred years, yet your cultivation has already reached such a level. Incredible!" Li Feng clicked his tongue in amazement as he looked at Ye Xiwen. He seemed rather startled as well. He had never expected that in merely a few hundred years—a fleeting instant with the snap of one's fingers—Ye Xiwen, whom he had thought he would never see or cross paths with again, would have cultivated to such a shocking extent.
At the peak of the Po Wang Realm Second Level, the power contained within Ye Xiwen's body was likely far beyond that realm.
Li Feng's cultivation was far deeper than Ye Xiwen's, so naturally, he could tell at a glance.
A hint of admiration flashed through his eyes, followed by a touch of desolation.
There were countless human geniuses. It was not without reason that the