"Heh heh heh, little friend, you seem rather naughty. But that's no problem—Uncle likes disciplining disobedient little children most of all."
Wave after wave of strange laughter rang out. Hidden behind a distant mountain peak, Ye Lin felt as though his head were about to explode.
That voice contained an incomparably intense spiritual attack. Just a single sentence had already destabilized his Primordial Spirit.
Was this a god-tier aberration?
It was absurdly powerful.
"Little friend, I found you."
Before Ye Lin could even catch his breath, the massive mountain behind him suddenly shattered into powder. In a flash, Ye Lin darted away into the distance.
"Little friend, come on. Play with Uncle."
The eerie laughter rang without end. Ye Lin directly chose to seal off his hearing. This way, he could barely resist the bizarre spiritual attack before him.
"If you disobey, you die."
A terrifying sonic boom erupted. The air before Ye Lin was blasted apart, and even space shattered like a mirror.
That punch seemed to cross layer upon layer of space, arriving before Ye Lin in the blink of an eye.
"Saint-Falling Fist."
Blood Baleful energy surged around Ye Lin's body. He clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a punch.
In an instant, the two fists collided. Terrifying shockwaves blasted everything within a thousand-mile radius into pieces.
The next moment, Ye Lin spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body tumbled into the distance like a ball, blood streaming continuously from him.
Only after sliding for over a thousand miles did Ye Lin barely manage to stop. Half-kneeling on the ground, the flesh on his right arm was mangled and churning, exposing stark white bone beneath—a miserable sight.
The next moment, dense Blood Baleful energy wrapped around his right arm. When it dissipated,