All the disciples of the Confucian School watched this scene in speechless silence. This was just too freakish.
Even gods did not possess truly boundless mana. There came a time when they reached their limits; it was impossible for them to be genuinely inexhaustible. It might not show in ordinary battles, but against such a vast army of demons—never mind that many of them surpassed ordinary gods—even if there were merely this many pigs, slaughtering them all would take tremendous effort.
If they fell into the midst of these demons, then even if they were all elites of the Confucian School, they would still be utterly wiped out. Only those at the monstrous genius level might be able to carve a bloody path out.
They had that much self-awareness. If it had been anyone else, they would certainly have thought that person had either gone mad or failed to recognize the immensity of heaven and earth.
But before the freakishly powerful Ye Xiwen, they could not say such things. No matter what, Ye Xiwen did not look like he had gone mad. He probably had his own confidence.
Sure enough, Ye Xiwen held the Heavenly Origin Mirror and used it to clear the way directly. Of the demons blasted to death, some were consumed by the Heavenly Origin Mirror, while all the rest were transformed into energy. Ye Xiwen did not even need to activate it himself; the Heavenly Origin Mirror could sweep through all opposition invincibly.
The only thing to worry about was whether there were any formidable beings among these demons. If they were merely small fry like these, then however many came, Ye Xiwen would kill that many. At most, it would take more time.
He charged and rampaged all the way. Though Ye Xiwen was unafraid,