A supremely powerful one of the Twelve Heavenly Generals had actually died just like that at Ye Xiwen's hands. His ferocity made everyone shrink back in fear, and even the Heaven Race, ever proud and arrogant, was no exception.
Their pride and arrogance were directed at outsiders. Among their own kind, there were still figures they revered like gods, and the Twelve Heavenly Generals were the finest among them.
In their hearts, the Twelve Heavenly Generals were invincible. Yet right before their eyes, their myths and legends had collapsed, as though their very faith had crumbled. Had they not witnessed it themselves, they would never have believed it.
At this moment, no one dared approach Ye Xiwen, for fear of dying a miserable death.
Even they had no choice but to bow their heads before the strong. Who knew what kind of temperament Ye Xiwen had? If he happened to be a cruel and capricious man, would they not be doomed?
They could not afford to be careless.
Ye Xiwen had no interest in saying anything more to them. He charged straight ahead and rushed into the Selection of Emperor Gate, utterly ignoring the Heaven Race experts standing guard outside. None of those experts dared stop him either. Though death orders had come down from above, they seemed worth nothing compared to their own lives.
At the same time, quite a few people were doing exactly as Ye Xiwen had done, breaking through the Selection of Emperor Gate one after another.
"Ha ha ha! So the Heaven Race's Twelve Heavenly Generals are nothing special after all! Watch me break through!"
Among them, a sickly-looking young man charged forward with a wild laugh. Countless corpses littered his path. Even the Heaven Race's Twelve Heavenly Generals could not stop him and could