Lin Dong dropped from the sky, his face somewhat pale, the aura on him extremely low.
"How are you?"
Ying Huanhuan walked forward and looked at Lin Dong with concern in her eyes.
Lin Dong smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine. I just used up a little too much."
Not long ago, Lin Dong had broken through to Nine Yuan Nirvana, and his strength had risen again. Moreover, because of his comprehension of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, he could also withstand more of Tianlong's power, so the strength of his physical body was a bit stronger than in the original work.
By contrast, the number of Yuan Gate disciples had fallen from five hundred to three hundred. With one side rising as the other declined, it became much easier for Lin Dong to wipe out the Yuan Gate disciples.
With only his normal strength, urging the Universe Ancient Array was already enough. There was no need, as in the original work, to consume a great deal of blood essence and fall into a severely wounded and weakened state.
"Brother Lin Dong, what about those people? Do we need to silence them?" Qing Tan suddenly walked over, raised the sickle in her hand, and pointed it toward the crowd watching from the side.
Those people were still immersed in the shock of the Yuan Gate disciples being completely wiped out. When they heard Qing Tan's calm voice, their faces instantly changed in horror. They flew out from where they stood one after another, watching Lin Dong with wary eyes, their hearts filled with terror.
This fiend had destroyed Yuan Gate and still wasn't satisfied—was he going to take all of them down in one sweep too?
At the side, Chen Kui looked at Qing Tan's serious expression, and the skin