Almost instantly, the disciples maintaining the entire formation suffered the same fate as Ye Lin, each spitting out a mouthful of blood. Yet Ye Lin forcibly suppressed his injuries and roused himself.
At last, he plunged headfirst into the Void Gate before him. Together with the disciples maintaining the formation, he left the Sealed Land at the very last moment.
If the situation had not been so urgent this time, they would not have fled in such a rush.
"Damn it, this is troublesome."
The blood-red eye in the void emitted wave after wave of sound. Then, its gaze fell upon the utterly miserable demonic spirit below, and it let out a cold snort.
"Trash. After being nurtured by a million years of Blood Baleful aura, you still turned out to be such trash."
As the voice fell, the demonic spirit's entire body dissolved into nothingness. Even the blood mist throughout the Sealed Land vanished, while a contented voice echoed from the void.
"What happened?"
An anxious voice rang out. Hearing that familiar voice, Ye Lin's tightly wound mind finally relaxed. He slowly closed his eyes and fell unconscious.
In the starry sky, several great cultivators looked at the hundreds of unconscious disciples before them and fell into thought.
One piece of good news, and one piece of bad news.
The good news was that, in previous years, half the disciples would die in the Sealed Land. Yet this time, it seemed that not a single one had died.
The bad news was that every one of these disciples had suffered grave injuries. It seemed they had been attacked by some powerful existence.
This was bad...
Suddenly, a terrifying thought surfaced in the minds of the elders. The Sealed Land could not produce Celestial Immortal experts. Among Earth Immortals, no