The Heaven Devouring Demon Clan was far more vicious than he had imagined. To races of flesh and blood, they were natural enemies—like snakes meeting eagles, or mice meeting cats. Once they clashed, it had to be a fight to the death.
For the Heaven Devouring Demon Clan, even ordinary humans were delicacies, the very foundation of their cultivation progress. How could they possibly let them off lightly?
This was fundamentally different from the human race occupying Stone Province; the two could not be mentioned in the same breath.
The entire battlefield fell deathly silent. Ye Xiwen's single sword strike had silenced the battlefield, which had been so noisy that no sound could be heard clearly. Under that inexplicable pressure, everyone held their breath, even fearing that their breathing might bring disaster upon them.
That majestic existence made everyone feel suffocated. It was another level of life, a terrifying realm they did not even dare imagine.
"Seeking death!"
Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out. From one of the remaining War Fortresses in the distance, a figure flew forth. It was another member of the Heaven Devouring Demon Clan, except his entire body was golden. That brilliant gold was like a tiny sun, illuminating the sky until it shone brightly, impossible to ignore.
Ye Xiwen glanced at him and saw that he was an Emperor of the Heaven Devouring Demon Clan. Naturally—at this point, how could an ordinary member of the Heaven Devouring Demon Clan dare step forward? Would that not be courting death?
Only an Emperor could possibly cross hands with Ye Xiwen. Before power at the Emperor level, anything beneath it was simply not worth looking at.
Only Emperors could deal with Emperors. This was no longer some unspoken rule, but a genuine rule laid out in the open.