"What... what exactly did you do?"
The young man's face was filled with terror. Ye Lin's hand rested on his shoulder like a great mountain, making even the slightest movement exceedingly difficult for him, let alone resistance.
"I gave you a chance to leave, but unfortunately, you couldn't seize it."
Ye Lin chuckled. Then all of the man's vital essence was completely absorbed. The Mahayana cultivator, once brimming with vitality, became a dried corpse.
To Ye Lin, there were only prodigies and trash. An ordinary Mahayana cultivator could not withstand even a single move from him.
Otherwise, why would they be called prodigies?
When a prodigious cultivator faced an ordinary cultivator of the same realm, it was a crushing blow from a higher dimension.
"Damn it, who exactly are you? You're not Xuan Ao at all."
At that moment, the man and woman behind him immediately put distance between themselves and Ye Lin, staring at him warily from afar.
Even fools would have realized by now that the person before them was not Xuan Wu's younger brother, Xuan Ao.
Since he was not Xuan Ao, why was Xuan Wu still so calm?
"You guessed right, but it's too late. Come here."
A fierce look crossed Ye Lin's face as he reached out and grabbed at the void with his right hand. The two of them instantly felt a suffocating force descend upon them, as though two enormous hands had clamped tightly around their necks.
The vital essence within their bodies continuously flowed into Ye Lin.
They had not been particularly strong to begin with, and after their immense expenditure just now and the heavy injuries they had suffered, how could they possibly withstand Ye Lin at his peak?
In only a few seconds, the two became dried corpses, their souls