Ye Xiwen's perfected Demon Wings were unimaginably fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before that God King of the Celestial Race.
Before him, a God King from Hidden Valley was gasping in utter disarray, retreating again and again. Facing an expert among the Ten Kings, he was powerful, yet still no match. From the very beginning of the battle, he had been on the verge of collapse.
This was Star Moon King, one of Hidden Valley's God Kings. His entire body radiated a powerful aura of stars. With every gesture, he could condense a star, and with every movement, destroy who knew how many stars.
It was also an extraordinarily powerful path of cultivation, yet before this Celestial Race God King, it appeared utterly eclipsed.
They were both God Kings, yet the gap between them was immense.
Though that Celestial Race God King could not slaughter God Kings with every gesture as Ye Xiwen could, he was still more than capable of suppressing Star Moon King until he could barely breathe.
"Junior Brother Ye!" Though Ye Xiwen had arrived with extreme suddenness, Star Moon King still recognized him.
Although Ye Xiwen had already fought until heaven and earth crumbled on the other side, killing two Celestial Race God Kings in succession, Star Moon King knew nothing of it. He did not dare divide his attention, not even a fraction. In his condition, if he became distracted, he might die without even knowing how.
A hint of delighted joy appeared on his face. With Ye Xiwen here, there was hope.
According to the news from the Allied Forces Headquarters, even experts among the Ten Kings were no match for Ye Xiwen. No matter how much truth those rumors contained, even if only thirty or forty percent was