Ye Zhen casually swept his gaze over the area and found more than thirty martial artists radiating World King Realm auras, along with over a hundred in the mid to late stages of the Mystic Palace Realm.
And that was only what Ye Zhen could see, along with what his Soul Power could vaguely sense.
Beyond the reach of his sight, there were even more faint but formidable auras. At this razor-thin moment between life and death, Ye Zhen simply did not dare let his mind wander. Otherwise, if he spread out his Soul Power, he would have been able to sense them clearly as well.
As Western Patrol Envoy Department Attendant Chi Jingshan knelt, those faintly discernible powerful auras in the distance swiftly withdrew.
It was not just Ye Zhen. In the mere three or four breaths before and after this, Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo and the eight elite Heavenly Patrol Divine Hunters waiting for Ye Zhen outside the Western Patrol Envoy Department had all broken out in cold sweat.
The instant chaos erupted within the Western Patrol Envoy Department, every one of them felt at least ten venomous snake-like auras lock onto them with deadly focus.
The slightest unusual movement from them would likely have drawn an immediate fatal strike from those auras.
Especially Heavenly Patrol General Feng Jiumo. The instant seven exceptionally terrifying auras locked onto him, had he not retained a shred of reason, he would have nearly fled into the void on instinct.
Now that the auras locking onto them had abruptly vanished, all nine of them, Feng Jiumo included, were drenched in sweat.
In truth, they had known before coming that this journey would be fraught with boundless peril, but they had no choice.
Ye Zhen had already controlled their souls and held