"Boom—"
In the void, because the power stimulated was too strong, it transformed into an illusory realm, enveloping Han Muye within it.
This power was strong enough to directly exile Han Muye and the space around him.
Exiled to an unknown world, at an unknown point in time.
For those powerful beings, if they were unable to defeat him in the shortest time, exiling him was also a good choice.
As long as Han Muye was exiled from the Desolate Wilderness, the human race within it would be doomed.
If the human race of the Desolate Wilderness were destroyed, even if Han Muye returned one day, he wouldn't have sufficient racial power and support, and ultimately he would lack the strength to stay.
They didn't hope to directly kill Han Muye, simply suppressing him was enough.
Looking at the turbulent world around him, Han Muye slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"Boom—"
At that moment, a towering column of blood qi rose from his body.
