The Winged Race man was instantly struck dumb with shock. The vicious grin on his face froze completely. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Ye Xiwen to dare strike back. There was a whole group of them, while Ye Xiwen was alone. In his eyes, Ye Xiwen should have done no more than flee. He had never imagined that Ye Xiwen would actually counterattack.
Yet Ye Xiwen's counterattack alone was not enough to leave him so panic-stricken. He discovered that his divine kingdom could not be unfurled at all—it was being completely suppressed. To him, that was simply impossible.
He was a Middle Stage Sage Realm expert, while his opponent was merely in the Early Stage Sage Realm. How could Ye Xiwen possibly restrain him so thoroughly that he could not even move?
Even though all Sage Realm experts had condensed divine kingdoms, there were enormous gaps between one divine kingdom and another. A difference of even a minor realm meant a vast disparity in strength.
How had Ye Xiwen done it?
Yet the situation gave him no time to think. More than a dozen Ferocious Crocodiles lunged from the swamp's mud and water, biting him to pieces. Blood sprayed everywhere, and bone fragments flew through the air.
In an instant, he suffered Soul Annihilation. Even his Primordial Spirit was bitten apart alive, showing just how terrifying those Ferocious Crocodiles were.
Only his head remained, falling onto the swamp's surface with an utterly disbelieving expression. He truly could not break free from Ye Xiwen's divine kingdom?
Victory and defeat had been decided in an instant, leaving him no chance whatsoever to escape.
In his final moment, the last thought in his mind was that he should never have tried to divert the disaster eastward. He had led the