This time, Ye Xiwen could be certain that the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor was truly dead. Not a shred of life aura remained!
Dozens of Dao Artifacts exploding at once was a horrifying event, but Ye Xiwen could still tell that he had not been killed by the collective explosion of those dozens of Dao Artifacts. He had likely been wounded by the aftershock, unable to suppress the injuries within his body, and ultimately died from them.
Trying to kill the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor with dozens of Dao Artifacts was something Ye Xiwen would never even consider. It was like a quasi-Emperor trying to kill an Emperor with dozens of Pseudo Dao Artifacts—utterly impossible. They simply were not on the same level.
That was why Ye Xiwen had kept this trump card, which could hardly be called a trump card, in reserve. He had not rushed to use it, waiting until now to finally strike because he had seen that the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor was truly at the end of his tether. The explosion had drawn out the injuries within him, causing them to erupt completely in an instant.
The other Emperors were utterly dumbfounded as well. It had worked?
They were completely stunned. Even though they had held the faintest one-in-ten-thousand hope that Ye Xiwen might successfully kill the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, they had imagined it would end in mutual destruction. Yet looking at the current situation, Ye Xiwen had overwhelmingly killed the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor.
Ye Xiwen had indeed been injured in the process, but compared to the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor's miserable state, the two could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Thus, any thoughts they had of looting a burning house vanished in an instant. What a joke. Judging by Ye