"Freeze."
Just then, a gentle voice rang out. In an instant, the despairing crowd witnessed an unbelievable sight: the deathly aura spreading toward them actually froze in midair.
"Disperse."
Another word sounded, and the deathly aura before them immediately vanished, as though it had never existed.
"This is..."
Seeing such a miraculous scene, everyone lying on the ground raised their heads and looked toward the sky.
Ye Lin approached step by step with his hands behind his back. Golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet with every step he took.
"It seems everyone is in rather poor shape."
Looking at the people sprawled below, Ye Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good—they hadn't left. Luckily, he had made it in time. Otherwise, he would have missed out on another great opportunity.
"Who are you? I can sense the aura of a sacred relic on you. Hand over the sacred relic, and I will spare your life."
The Sword Lord stepped forward and stared at Ye Lin, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Time reversal. Return."
Ye Lin pointed with a finger. An indescribable ripple of power swept past, and the Sword Lord, who had just been standing before Ye Lin, abruptly returned to his original spot.
"What kind of technique is this?"
That left the Sword Lord utterly baffled.
He had not even noticed how he had returned.
A trace of wariness unconsciously entered his eyes as he looked at Ye Lin.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin wore a faint smile.
Words Become Law combined with the Dao Body—the effect was simply extraordinary. Every word he spoke carried Dao resonance with it, multiplying its power severalfold.
He could now be considered truly omnipotent—once a word left his mouth, ten thousand laws followed.
Of course, all of this depended on Ye Lin's