A tall, majestic figure manifested from the void, bearing the aura of a deity, incomparably valiant.
"He was nothing more than an old thief who refused to die!" Ye Xiwen narrowed his eyes and said calmly. "If I cannot even kill him, how could I speak of invincibility?"
Everyone seemed to have been frightened by Ye Xiwen's words and held their breath. They felt that suffocating pressure and could not imagine that someone would still dare to be so arrogant before a deity.
What were deities? They were beings who endured through the ages and remained eternal and undying.
Their methods emerged one after another, and they were existences of unparalleled might.
Ordinary people had to be careful even when mentioning a deity's name, because even at the ends of the earth, a deity could sense it when an ordinary person spoke of them. Such was the supreme might of a deity.
"Hmph, I think you have gotten carried away!"
"Now that you have come, do you think you can still leave?"
Suddenly, two incomparably aged figures appeared beside Lord Sheng Yang. No one knew what race they were from, but they radiated an unsettling aura that left people suffocated and barely able to breathe.
That aura even made ordinary people feel a pressure akin to that of a deity.
Jin Buhuan's expression changed abruptly in particular. He remembered very clearly that after the formation Ye Xiwen had left at the outermost layer was breached, these two old relics had each effortlessly shattered the defensive formations of Qingtian Fortress and Flying Cloud Fortress. Their methods were almost comparable to those of deities and possessed terrifying power beyond ordinary imagination.
"Fortress Lord, be careful! These two old relics will not be easy to deal with!"
He hurriedly warned him. At this