Fierce Battle

"Your good luck ends here!" Just as they rejoiced at having escaped disaster, a cold voice rang beside their ears.

Ye Xiwen appeared before them.

Behind him, Little Wolf was still shouting fearlessly, "Beat them to pulp! Don't spare them on my account!"

"Ye Xiwen, so it was you? You're actually not dead!" When the Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion saw that Ye Xiwen was not only alive but perfectly well, his fury immediately soared to the heavens. In his eyes, all of this had been caused by Ye Xiwen.

If Ye Xiwen had not lured them here, they would never have encountered the Other Shore Flower, much less suffered such devastating losses. Their original party of more than ten people had now been reduced to only three. Aside from Wei Mingyang and himself, only one other Transcendent Realm elder remained.

The losses could not be called insignificant. Even in a world-shaking war, even when they had invaded the True Martial Realm before, they had never lost so many Transcendent Realm experts.

Though it could not quite be called bone-shattering and sinew-breaking, it was still an appalling loss. And Ye Xiwen was to blame for all of it. If not for him, things would never have come to this.

Of course, it never occurred to him that if they had not been so greedy, they would not have ended up in such a state.

All they could think was that Ye Xiwen had brought this upon them.

"Of course. If all of you can survive, how could I die?" Ye Xiwen shrugged and smiled.

"I'm afraid you won't be smiling in a moment!" the Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion said coldly. To him, Ye Xiwen's smiling face was utterly detestable. "You happen to have quite a few Other