The reason why what Xuan said seemed a bit inexplicable was because, for Ye Feng, it indeed was so.
As Ye Feng listened to Xuan's words, his heart was full of doubt, and he had some speculation about the identity of the so-called King.
He also gained more understanding of the rules of this place and the crisis he faced.
However, no matter how much he understood, at this moment, it was all of no use.
When he calmed his mind completely, he stood there indifferently, looking ahead.
At this moment, it was as if he had been directly ignored or forgotten by those ten towering figures in front of him.
None of his actions caught the eyes of those ten figures.
In fact, that was indeed the case; in the eyes and hearts of those ten blood-colored figures, there was only one person present.
This person, naturally, was Xuan, the soul body.
From the reaction of these ten figures upon seeing Xuan, it was not difficult to see that they seemed to have a deep-rooted fear of Xuan.
