Black Tortoise Starfield.
"Listen carefully, all of you. You have one month to move out of the Black Tortoise Starfield. After one month, there will be no mercy."
That day, Ye Chen's voice resounded mightily throughout the vast Black Tortoise Starfield. Through the vibrations of space-time power, his voice could travel incredibly far—tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of light-years were no problem, and it could reach even farther still. Of course, that required time to spread. The larger the region, the later those at its edges would hear it. If he condensed his voice into a single beam, Ye Chen could even send it through space-time to a certain location within the Devil Domain.
Perfected Mystic Domain of Space-Time had always been terrifying, capable of accomplishing many things that had once been impossible.
In truth, Ye Chen could have taken advantage of Demon Saint Galuo's seclusion to slaughter the Demonic Alliance's Supremes. With his strength, he had no need to fear any mishaps; it would absolutely have been a one-sided sweep. But he had his own considerations. Though Demon Saint Galuo was in seclusion, he was still a demigod. If Ye Chen went too far, he might provoke the other into disregarding everything and killing him at all costs. At that point, even with White Extremity Sword Saint present, Ye Chen might not be safe. There was no such thing as guarding against a thief for a thousand days. Of course, even if he did not slaughter the Demonic Alliance's Supremes, Demon Saint Galuo would likely still develop killing intent toward him—but at least it would be somewhat less.
Comparing the two, Ye Chen naturally chose the latter. In any case, other than Demon Saint Galuo, he needed fear no one. Once war erupted, White Extremity Sword