Above Myriad Saints City, five Devil Race Creation Realm Divine Kings led over a hundred Creation Realm experts, surrounding Ye Zhen from all directions.
Strangely, every one of those encircling him looked tense. Spiritual power surged around the five Creation Realm Divine Kings, phantoms rising behind them; clearly, they had pushed their strength to the limit.
Ye Zhen, the one surrounded, stood in the skies above Myriad Saints City as though taking a leisurely stroll through a garden, treating those hundred-plus Creation Realm experts as if they were nothing.
More precisely, Ye Zhen truly regarded those hundred-plus Creation Realm experts as air.
His gaze shifted toward Demon God Palace on Myriad Saints Mountain. His thunderous shout echoed throughout Myriad Saints City. "Jiu Yan, I am here. Are you going to hide like a turtle with its head tucked in?"
Regardless of what the Devil Race's current Great Prophet Jiu Yan was like, Ye Zhen calling the Great Prophet by name in front of so many Creation Realm experts filled those surrounding him with fury.
Most of the Devil Race Creation Realm experts surrounding Ye Zhen remained restrained.
More accurately, it was fear—the fear inspired by the rumors of Ye Zhen's strength these past few days—that kept them from acting rashly.
But there were always bold ones.
Or rather, no matter what race it was, there would always be people of loyalty and righteousness.
The Devil Race was no exception.
One Creation Realm Divine General of the Devil Race had received guidance from Great Prophet Jiu Yan several times, and his reverence for the Great Prophet was beyond measure.
Hearing Ye Zhen call him by name, he immediately shouted furiously at Ye Zhen, "Insolence! How dare you directly speak the Great Prophet's name!"
Ye Zhen's gaze, which had been fixed on