"Three elders of the Demon Spirit Race, you are usually so imposing and renowned, but after exchanging blows, I discovered that you are nothing more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs."
"Don't worry. Though you are a bit old, I still quite like the taste of flesh and blood."
The three elders stood in the Starry Sky, their expressions ugly as they watched the five Crimson Spirit Race True Immortal experts slowly approach from across the void.
With every step they took, the aura around the five of them grew stronger by a fraction.
Seeing this, Ye Lin knew he could not wait any longer. During the battle, he had seen how incomparably Bloodthirsty the Crimson Spirit Race was. If he waited until the Demon Spirit Race was wiped out, he definitely would not escape death either.
After all, he was deeply wary of that so-called military formation.
He was not confident he could face that military formation alone.
"Die."
A Crimson Spirit Race expert struck out with his palm, and an incomparably massive palm imprint crushed through space as it bore down on the three elders.
Even the Starry Sky trembled, as though it could not withstand the terrifying might emanating from the palm imprint.
"Great Sun Descends."
Suddenly, at that critical moment, a great sun rose behind the three elders. It erupted with incomparably terrifying heat, melting all things.
The next moment, the great sun charged straight at the five of them.
"What the hell?"
One of the Crimson Spirit Race True Immortal experts said in astonishment, but in the next moment, all five were sent flying by the great sun.
Blood continuously spurted from their mouths as they flew.
These five were merely ordinary cultivators. To Ye Lin, he could kill them with a wave of his