Lin Baichuan held the Jingzhe Blade, like a grim reaper that had walked out of hell. Wherever his blade-light swept, not a single demon or monster could withstand the might of one strike.
Most terrifying of all, relying on the power of the Immortal Golden Body, he did not defend at all.
He charged straight through everything in his path, like a humanoid savage beast.
Many demons and monsters had not even died beneath his battle blade. They had been rammed to death alive, their fleshly bodies collapsing before their divine souls could escape, only to be shredded by a tyrannical mental assault.
"No... this is a devil. He isn't human. He's too terrifying..."
"Run! Everyone, run! We can't possibly be his match. His combat strength has reached at least the Mystic Immortal Realm."
"How could this be? How could Burial God Valley contain such a terrifying human expert? This is completely different from the intelligence we received."
After Lin Baichuan's wild slaughter, the remaining demon and monster army immediately collapsed completely.
Every one of them was pale-faced, their entire bodies trembling.
They no longer even dared clash with Lin Baichuan. Shouting in panic, they scattered and fled.
Yet what they did not know was that their rout would only make them die faster.
With no one left to hinder him, Lin Baichuan's slaughter became even more unimpeded.
With the Wind Thunder Wings beating behind him, he moved like a god appearing and vanishing like a ghost. In an instant, he slew another thousand or so, leaving only one or two hundred fleeing survivors.
Lin Baichuan floated high in the sky and casually put away the Jingzhe Blade.
With a thought, a great bow appeared in his hand. It was another Low-grade Immortal Artifact—the Sky-Rending Bow.
"All of you