All those of the Dark Clan who had come here were elites among elites. Though they had not brought all their top experts to the alliance, they had brought more than half of them, and now Ye Xiwen had slaughtered them all with a single sword.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Dark Clan had been set back tens of millions of years.
Who knew how many years it would take to accumulate such experts again? As for Imperial Sovereign-level experts, their emergence had little to do with time. To a great extent, it depended on the fortune of their race and certain fortuitous opportunities before an Imperial Sovereign could possibly arise.
The loss of each one pained the Dark Shadow Emperor Lord even more than the loss of all the other experts combined.
The loss of several Imperial Sovereigns was enough to send the Dark Clan's status in Dark Province plummeting. Though the Dark Clan held an absolute advantage in Dark Province, other races still lived there, just as the Light Clan still existed in Human Province.
They might even fail to suppress them in the end, allowing the other races to rise. The relationship between the Human race and the Light Clan in Human Province was precisely like this.
He stared with wide, Xue Hong eyes at Ye Xiwen, never having imagined that Ye Xiwen would be so ruthless and merciless.
Yet Ye Xiwen stood there holding the Avici Sword, not a drop of blood staining his body. His azure robes snapped in the wild wind, and his lean figure even looked somewhat frail, as though it could be blown over.
But in everyone's eyes, he had become an unparalleled asura, slaughtering heaven and earth with an indifferent expression, as if he were merely