The Creation Universe Palm Ye Xiwen had unleashed possessed the power to contend against, even heavily injure, beings at the Ninth Stage. Naturally, countless Emperor Lords coveted it. Many even hoped to obtain this Creation Universe Palm—what Emperor Lord would not be tempted by a martial art capable of raising an Emperor Lord's combat strength to another level? Who would not be envious?
Yet, intimidated by Ye Xiwen's astonishing strength, no one dared act rashly. At most, they merely entertained such thoughts. Even Ninth Stage experts could hardly make him bow his head!
"Roar!" The Devouring Sky Demon Race Old Ancestor roared furiously. He stood at the far end of the heavens, his body lean and powerful, thick black hair cascading loose around him. Whenever his eyes opened and closed, terrifying gleams flashed within them.
Everyone could clearly see what seemed to be flames burning across his body. Those flames contained dreadful might; merely watching them from afar made people's hearts tremble in fear.
The many Emperor Lords instantly understood that this was the true reason behind the Devouring Sky Demon Race Old Ancestor's severe injuries.
Even the slightest wisp of those flames spilling elsewhere could bring about a terrifying world-ending calamity.
Now, all of it was concentrated upon the Devouring Sky Demon Race Old Ancestor. Even he could not endure it. For years, he had suffered the flames' erosion, forced to reduce his own expenditure through slumber and resist their invasion.
But after his all-out battle with Ye Xiwen just now, the injuries on his body had finally been triggered by Ye Xiwen, and he could no longer suppress them.
The blood within the Devouring Sky Demon Race Old Ancestor's body surged and roared like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, producing deafening sounds. In an instant, the qi and