"What's going on?"
Wang Feng, who had been suppressing the three of them, suddenly discovered that his body was no longer under his control. He was slowly rising into the sky.
"You? How is that possible?"
His body uncontrollably flew toward Ye Lin, then came to a steady stop before him. Only then did he realize that all the soldiers he had brought had vanished.
Not even a scrap remained.
Thinking of his own situation, he looked at Ye Lin with terror in his eyes.
Had Ye Lin done all of this?
The Soul-Suppressing Lock was something Tianyong City had spent tens of millions of years developing. Ever since it had been put to use, it had never once malfunctioned. Even Taiyi Mystic Immortals had to kneel before it.
Yet now, the man before him was completely unaffected—and had wiped out all his men?
"Tell me. What exactly is the origin of those chains?"
Ye Lin asked coldly. With a thought, Wang Feng's two arms instantly burst into a mist of blood.
"N-No... don't kill me."
Wang Feng said fearfully, his face filled with terror. Clearly, he was very afraid of death.
"This Soul-Suppressing Lock is..."
Before he could say more than a few words, his entire body gradually turned into nothingness. In the end, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind not even the slightest mark.
"What's going on?"
Ye Lin's expression turned grave. At this moment, everything he knew had been shattered—first, the mysterious chains capable of restraining Immortal Realm experts; then Wang Feng, disappearing soundlessly right under his nose.
He had not even caught the slightest trace of Wang Feng's disappearance. The only ones capable of such a thing were Taiyi Mystic Immortals.
Could there actually still be Taiyi Mystic Immortals in this place? Ye Lin was