Yama and the black-clad man beside him were both wreathed in black mist. They attacked Ye Lin from the left and right, closing in on him from both sides.
"With this one sword, one of you dies."
Spiritual energy surged around Ye Lin, and the Sword Dao Rule swirled around him.
At the sight of this, Yama's expression changed dramatically. He immediately retreated, putting as much distance between himself and Ye Lin as possible.
He never would have guessed that Ye Lin was a prodigy who had comprehended a rule. Just how high was his talent?
Even ordinary Dao Integration True Lords couldn't comprehend rules. The hell, you've mastered one at the Nascent Soul Realm?
The other black-clad Demonic Cultivator wasn't as wary as Yama. Just as he charged up to Ye Lin, Ye Lin casually slashed downward with his right hand.
The black-clad Demonic Cultivator's eyes widened. But the next instant, the light in them began to fade.
His body toppled straight to the ground.
A bloody hole had appeared in his forehead.
"Your turn."
After dealing with the man before him, Ye Lin turned to look at Yama.
To his surprise, Yama wasn't the least bit alarmed. Instead, he burst into a brazen laugh.
"Take a look behind you."
Hearing Yama's words, Ye Lin turned around. He saw Lu Daosheng being held in the hand of another black-clad Demonic Cultivator, dangling like a chicken by its claw.
"Now, hand over the Blood Baleful Flag. Otherwise, I'm afraid your companion won't be leaving here alive."
Yama finished speaking, his face twisted into a wildly arrogant grin as he looked at Ye Lin.
As for the black-clad Demonic Cultivator who'd just died, he didn't spare him so much as a glance.
It was as if they couldn't care less whether