Ye Feng looked in the direction pointed out by Xia Yao.
Thousands of miles away.
A dozen prisoners who escaped from the Outer Realm were being devoured by the vortex's gravity, trying to flee outward, only to find that no matter how hard they tried, it was all in vain.
"Friend, help!"
Those people saw Ye Feng and Xia Yao, and regardless of whether they were friend or foe, they hurriedly shouted.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng laughed.
Xia Yao, standing beside him, was full of mockery.
Those people truly had no sense, not realizing that the reason they entered this peculiar starry sky was to eliminate them. Yet, they still had the nerve to ask for help; it was indeed desperate acts from those in dire straits.
"Kill them, or...?"
Xia Yao turned to Ye Feng and asked.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "These prisoners are just around the fortieth-grade Immortal Emperors, their power is quite average. I can wipe them out in an instant."
"Alright, then go ahead!"
