Ye Xiwen made his decision within one-thousandth of a second. A huge hand rapidly grew larger, directly seizing Central Celestial Venerable and Tianfu Xianzun, who were protected within the Martial Venerable Seal. Then, with what was almost a single leap, he vanished from the spot.
This entire series of actions flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest hesitation or delay!
Before Demon Lord Luo Hou and Thunderfire God could even react to what had happened, they had already been saved. With their cultivation, they should not have been so slow to react—but Ye Xiwen had just given them a savage beating that had nearly cost them their lives. How could they have had the mind to watch their surroundings?
Only now did they finally realize that they seemed to have been rescued.
The two of them kept gasping for breath. It was not because they were overly exhausted, but because their emotions had risen and fallen far too violently, far too quickly.
Given their cultivation, their hearts should have long been still as water and firm as boulders, not easily shaken. Yet after taking a trip through the Gates of Hell, after walking the line between life and death, they discovered that their cultivation of the mind still had a long way to go.
What did it mean that great terror lurked between life and death? For the first time, they truly understood. They had never before come so close to death. Even though they had experienced brutal battles in the past, none had been as dangerous or terrifying as this battle against Ye Xiwen.
Only when death truly drew near did they understand why those old monsters would stop at nothing. If they did not gamble everything, they would die—and there would be nothing they could