The aftershocks of their battle were nothing short of world-destroying; with every movement, stars shattered one after another.
Within the Xuanhuang Great World, Ye Lin had not dared to fight with all his strength. Here, at last, he could wage a battle to his heart's content.
Even as they fought, figures continually rushed over from all directions. Yet upon seeing Ye Lin's golden body, they all tacitly turned and left.
They simply could not afford to provoke a powerhouse capable of battling a Starry Sky Beast alone. Even among Immortals, no one dared hunt a Starry Sky Beast by themselves.
Starry Sky Beasts had tough hides and thick flesh, astonishing defenses, and extraordinarily tenacious vitality. Every movement they made could greatly amplify their own combat power.
That made them utterly terrifying. Normally, hunting a Starry Sky Beast required a large group joining forces, setting up an array, and slowly grinding it to death. No one was as stubbornly foolhardy as Ye Lin, choosing to confront one head-on.
"Saint-Falling Fist."
A furious roar resounded across hundreds of millions of miles. The next instant, a world-destroying shockwave spread in every direction.
"Roar."
The next moment, a shriek rang out—it was the cry of the Starry Sky Beast.
On the battlefield, a horrifying hole had appeared in the Starry Sky Beast's chest, blood continuously pouring from it.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, felt as though his head were splitting apart. He clutched his head without pause, his expression dazed.
"Hiss, this Starry Sky Beast's soul attack really is impossible to guard against."
Ye Lin staggered back while clutching his head, wracked with agony. The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar had been right—in the face of the Starry Sky Beast's soul attack, his so-called soul-defense technique might as well not have existed.
It had effortlessly shattered the little