Lin Baichuan looked at the thousand-plus Yin generals burning their true spirit origins, ready to fight to the death, his expression still calm.
With a wave of his hand, the Jingzhe Blade immediately drew upon a terrifying might of heaven and earth.
A horrifying surge of Primordial Power erupted, streaking across the sky with force enough to tear apart the sun and moon.
As rolling Blade Qi crisscrossed the void, even the vast emptiness fell into annihilation.
The blade light swept through.
At once, the combined strongest strike of those thousand-plus Yin general experts melted away like ice and snow beneath Lin Baichuan's blade radiance.
"No... How could this be possible..."
The next instant, shrill screams rang through the heavens.
Some Yin general experts began to melt away at a rapid pace. Countless strands of Blade Qi ran rampant within their bodies, instantly erasing them.
Even the true spirit origins they had burned melted away in an instant.
Once there was a first, there would be a second.
The shrill cries did not die down. Instead, one Yin general after another was annihilated.
In no more than an instant, over half of the thousand-plus Yin generals had been killed or wounded.
This scene finally filled the remaining people with utter terror. Every one of them wore panic in their eyes, and none retained their previous fighting spirit.
"He isn't human. He's far too powerful—we're no match for him at all."
"A king or marquis... He definitely possesses king-or-marquis-level combat strength..."
"Run... Everyone, scatter and run, or we'll all die here. We miscalculated this time. This man cannot be opposed. Unless ten thousand—no, at least a hundred thousand Yin generals form a battle formation, there may be a chance to kill him..."
After a brief silence, panicked shouts immediately erupted.