Boom!
The entire chaos shattered in an instant. Under Ye Xiwen's strike, heaven and earth collapsed into fragments.
The momentum Ye Xiwen had gathered reached its peak and erupted completely, terrifying beyond measure.
Golden light radiated from his entire body. That dreadful aura surged toward Crescent Moon Immortal Lord in unimaginable waves.
Bang!
The blow landed on Crescent Moon Immortal Lord. He staggered back several steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Xiwen's move had been too fast, and its momentum too overwhelming. There was no way to evade it; even Crescent Moon Immortal Lord had suffered a loss because of it.
Yet Ye Xiwen's expression did not improve much. Crescent Moon Immortal Lord was far too strong. If that attack had struck Ghost Matriarch or Evil Corpse Mad Lord, it would have blown them apart in midair. Yet when it hit Crescent Moon Immortal Lord, it had merely sent him retreating.
Was the gap between a Half-Step Chief Sovereign truly at the pinnacle of his life and Ghost Matriarch's group, who had already begun their decline, really this vast?
Ghost Matriarch and the others stood at the end of their lives. They did not dare attack recklessly, or they would only hasten their own deaths. Crescent Moon Immortal Lord was different. He could remain at his peak anytime, anywhere, and could even erupt beyond it, because he possessed enough life force to squander as he pleased.
Previously, Ye Xiwen had relied on his youth and the strategy of wild fists beating an old master to drag them to death. But using that tactic against Crescent Moon Immortal Lord was likely impossible.
Across from him, Crescent Moon Immortal Lord's expression was also exceedingly grave.
Both men understood clearly that in this battle, where a pack of wolves