A mighty Great Vehicle Practitioner, the foremost man in the God Pillar Realm, had actually burst apart and died just like that. Chen Lin's eyelids twitched.
Although the man was his enemy, and he dearly wished him dead, such a death still left him with the fox's grief at the rabbit's demise.
If even a Great Vehicle Practitioner could die at a whim, what fate awaited a mere False Dao Integration cultivator like him?
And He Jinlin was neither the first nor the last. Cultivators kept bursting apart, streaks of light in different colors flying into the depths of the space.
Watching this scene, Chen Lin felt deeply powerless.
He had no idea what sort of being Immortal Superior Xiyue was. Her strength was simply absurd.
She had not even moved. Merely by standing there, she could hold the fates of hundreds of powerful cultivators in the palm of her hand. He could not tell whether she had tampered with them beforehand or was directly employing some method beyond his perception.
"Why are you doing this, Immortal Superior? If you want our origin essence, simply extract it! Why must you take everyone's lives?"
Miao Guanhai, the Divine Sword Sect's Supreme Elder, stared at Xiyue with a savage expression, gritting his teeth. Yet his body seemed rooted in place. No matter how he struggled, he could not move an inch.
Zhuo Aolian beside him was no different. Her aura kept shifting, as though she were trying various methods, but she could neither move her body nor strike back at Xiyue.
Judging by this, although all three were at Mahayana, the two were still somewhat weaker than He Jinlin.
Xiyue did not immediately take their lives. Instead, she said indifferently, "Your very existence is nourishment for the Holy Pagoda. That is the