Yan Ye's eyes narrowed in the evening light, as he looked towards Emperor Feng and Emperor Mo, who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, "I'll leave this place to you guys. I'll deal with this old geezer myself!"
"Alright!"
Emperor Feng and Emperor Mo were very aware that their presence today, aside from bolstering their forces' morale, was mainly to accompany the prince in his learning. Rather than calling it a battle of the 33 Heavens, it was more like a game prepared especially for Beiting Huang.
It was only today that everyone realized that the Yanmo Heavenly Clan's strength had not suffered any decline over the past ten thousand years. Even though their cities had fallen, their combat power had not been reduced in the slightest.
Nobody knew the exact strength of the old man from the Demon Spirit Peak, but Beiting Huang was not overly worried for Yan Ye. She was well aware of his profound and unfathomable strength.