After finishing all this, a trace of fatigue flashed in Wuxin's eyes.
He might have looked glorious on the surface, but in truth, he had almost no spiritual energy left.
The two of them taking on nearly a hundred thousand Demon Cultivators had been far too much.
"Kill him! That monk's finished. He must have a high status too. Kill him, and we'll be heavily rewarded!"
The Nascent Soul Realm Demon Cultivators in the distance noticed Wuxin's fatigue, and their attacks grew even more ferocious.
Behind Ye Lin, a huge group of Demon Cultivators was also hot on his heels, chasing him without pause.
"Monk, hold them off for three breaths."
Ye Lin stood behind Wuxin and shouted at him.
"Fine. I'll do my best."
Hearing this, Wuxin gritted his teeth, pulled three pills from his robes, and swallowed them.
In an instant, the golden Buddha behind him, which had nearly turned transparent, began to grow solid again.
Wuxin alone held back all the Demon Cultivators pursuing Ye Lin.
"Sword Piercing the Firmament."
Ye Lin gripped Evil Slayer and hovered in midair, slowly closing his eyes as Destruction Sword Intent swirled around him.
Gradually, an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth began to emanate from Ye Lin.
His razor-sharp Sword Intent swept across the surroundings. As time passed, the power gathering within him grew ever more terrifying.
In just two breaths, the aura Ye Lin gave off had already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Monk, get out of the way!"
Hearing this, Wuxin, who had been struggling to hold on, felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He withdrew his divine ability, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and immediately fled.
"Sword Piercing the Firmament."
Ye Lin opened his eyes,