"You're quite good, more durable than a Great Saint."
Fang Wang said with a chuckle. He wasn't speaking idly; even before he had broken through to the Celestial Qiankun Realm, he could effortlessly vanquish an ordinary Great Saint. Although he hadn't used his full strength, the fact that Ye Xunhuan had persisted for a dozen breaths' time in the Eighteen Layers of Abi Hell was proof enough of his own abilities.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xunhuan revealed a smile uglier than crying.
The others looked at Fang Wang with curiosity, filled with interest for his illusionary Divine Skills.
Wei Buyu swallowed hard, looking at Ye Xunhuan, who was kneeling on the ground; it was hard for him to reconcile this image with the Ye Xunhuan he remembered, as he couldn't even imagine what a ragged Ye Xunhuan would look like.
The most critical point was that Fang Wang had not even made a move; Wei Buyu couldn't see clearly at all how Fang Wang had applied his illusionary Divine Skills.