When he returned to the human race's encampment once more, several of the human race's Emperor Lords were already waiting above it. Since Ye Xiwen had been absent as well, none of them had attended the assembly. Although the human race's elite army was not small in number and included several Emperor Lord experts, compared to the army of the entire Creation God Dynasty, they were still an insignificant force.
Without Ye Xiwen holding down the fort, they did not even qualify to draw a second glance.
That was why no one had called for them at all. If Ye Xiwen had not returned in time, the human army might have been left warming the bench until the day they died. Even as cannon fodder, the human army was in a position where its presence or absence made little difference.
Compared with the forces of those truly long-established great sects and powerful races, the human army was still rather weak. Even though Ye Xiwen had desperately raised the human race's strength and foundations as though he had cheats enabled, there was ultimately still a considerable gap.
These were matters that could only be made up with time, not something Ye Xiwen could accomplish through his own strength alone.
"Greetings, Master!"
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
Bian Xiaoyue and the others showed no change in expression. They had no idea Ye Xiwen had gone through a brush with life and death. To them, their master had merely gone out to pursue a powerful enemy. With the strength of a Heavenly Venerable, fighting a great battle for months or years was nothing unusual. They had not noticed the danger hidden within at all.
Nor did Ye Xiwen intend to say much. Those matters had already passed, and there was no need to speak of