However, in the end, he still could not discern which race of the Devil Realm Ye Mo belonged to. He could only tell that Ye Mo cultivated a heaven-shaking devil art; he could not even be certain whether Ye Mo was truly a member of the Devil Race, for the Devil Race had once shaken the Myriad Realms, and their name was immensely renowned.
There were quite a few people throughout the Myriad Realms who cultivated the Devil Race's techniques. It was not exclusive to the Devil Race alone.
His expression immediately grew several degrees more solemn. Anyone whom even he could not see through, even if that person was concealing their origins, was clearly no ordinary figure.
Yet he could never have imagined that Ye Mo had simply taken possession of a divine shell as an Old Demon Head. Though the God Alliance Leader was formidable, he was still far from being able to truly see through a divine shell.
Ye Mo was also sizing up the God Alliance Leader. Though he had followed Ye Xiwen and spent most of his time either sleeping or seizing divine shells, that did not mean he knew nothing about Ye Xiwen's current circumstances.
To Ye Xiwen, the God Alliance Leader was unquestionably one of the three great mountains weighing upon his heart.
An existence like the God Alliance Leader, who was half a step into attaining the Dao, stood as far apart from ordinary God Alliance experts as heaven and earth. That was why Ye Xiwen found him so troublesome.
The God Alliance Leader exuded a vast and righteous aura. His cultivation was tyrannical and unfathomably deep. Even the space around him had twisted, sheltering him within it. Though he seemed to be standing here, he was not truly here.
Suddenly, he