The flames on Ye Xiwen's body seemed bent on burning away all the deathly energy in the world. Deathly energy continuously seeped out of him, only to be burned away alive.
Everyone was stunned. This deathly energy was as vast as an ocean—how could there be so much of it?
Even those quasi-Emperors swallowed hard. That vast and pure deathly energy could corrode them to death with just a trace of it, let alone ordinary gods.
Behind Ye Xiwen, even the Ice Emperor was startled. What kind of joke was this? With so much deathly energy invading one's body, even an Emperor would die.
He had lived an exceedingly long life, longer than many of the old antiques still surviving today. What he had walked through and seen was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Being old was sometimes not merely for show, but a genuine advantage. Yet even with all the knowledge he had accumulated over his lifetime, he had never seen deathly energy so dense and pure.
He had also been present during Ye Xiwen's campaign against the Underworld Kingdom. He had witnessed the heaven-shaking, earth-shattering might unleashed by the Underworld Emperor, but now he had the feeling that even the deathly energy on the Underworld Emperor's body had not been as heavy as Ye Xiwen's.
This deathly energy had nearly surpassed heaven and earth, surpassed life and death. Under normal circumstances, let alone being contaminated by so much pure deathly energy, it should have been impossible even to encounter it.
Moreover, Emperors all possessed an instinct to seek fortune and avoid calamity. Upon seeing such vicious deathly energy, they would normally keep far away. Even if they extracted a little to study it, they would not allow themselves to be tainted by so much of it.