Ying Bu Mie was sent flying, blood scattering across the sky. Everyone saw it—the sight was bleak, far too bleak. It was simply unimaginable that a dignified Peak Quasi-Emperor had been defeated in such a humiliating manner. Yes, in their eyes, only humiliation could describe it. It was outright disgrace, disgrace.
Yet this scene had unfolded right before their eyes. Whether they wished to believe it or not, they had no choice but to accept the truth.
Four-Faced Underworld Lord and the others especially felt as though they were about to faint. The change before and after was too great. When they had failed to take down Ye Xiwen earlier, they had merely found him troublesome. But now, it was no longer a matter of trouble—it was a matter of their lives.
"Fight with everything we have! Summon an Emperor to suppress him!" Four-Faced Underworld Lord roared.
The others hurriedly gathered around him. Among them, Four-Faced Underworld Lord was clearly the leader, and his strength was also somewhat greater.
Thus, he naturally became the one issuing orders.
At that very moment, an incomparably terrifying aura of death erupted from the three of them, instantly piercing the heavens like a massive cudgel stirring the tides of heaven. Countless terrifying powers surged down along with their deathly aura, enveloping the three of them in midair before forming an enormous figure.
This figure wore a grayish-white robe. He appeared to be nothing more than a middle-aged man with a slightly pallid complexion, without the slightest trace of deathly aura around him, as though he were merely an ordinary human.
The instant she saw this figure, Ye Qianqian's face turned deathly pale, because she recognized exactly who stood before her.
"Ye Xiwen, be careful! This is the Underworld Emperor! The Underworld Emperor's incarnation has