"Many thanks for lending a hand, Daoist friend. I've been chasing this fellow for a whole hour. His cultivation isn't much, but he sure knows how to run."
The young man who had arrived later took a cloth sack from his robes and directly stuffed the demon spirit inside. Looking at the bulging sack, he hung it from his waist and gave it a pat, seeming quite satisfied.
"Oh, right, Daoist friend. An incomparably terrifying tide of demon spirits has been discovered ahead. The disciples of the three great holy lands have already rushed there in an emergency. This demon spirit tide was likely directed by a Great Demon at the True Immortal level, intent on keeping all of us here."
"And that demon spirit tide is positioned right at the Sealed Land's exit."
"Daoist friend, shall we go together? It's on the way."
Hearing the young man's words, Ye Lin's eyes flashed with helplessness. He had already completed his mission and was preparing to leave, yet something like this had cropped up again.
Moreover, the demon spirit tide was blocking the exit. The Sealed Land had only one exit—the very place through which they had entered.
And now you ask whether I'm going? Isn't that obvious?
"Let's go. Together."
"Hahaha, let's go."
The young man seemed delighted by Ye Lin's answer. He immediately headed toward the exit alongside him.
The farther forward they went, the stronger the pressure became. Violent fluctuations of power radiated from ahead; clearly, people were fighting there.
Only upon drawing close did Ye Lin discover that several hundred peak Earth Immortal disciples from the three great holy lands were battling a mass of crimson fog.
The red fog was densely packed with demon spirits. Their faces were savage as they continuously let out shrill, miserable