Roar...
Behind the five of them rose a towering, imposing black shadow, with a pair of blood-red eyes and eight arms as vast as stars.
It merely stared silently at the great sun before letting out a furious roar, all eight arms stretching out together to block it.
But this was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The great sun mercilessly shattered the black shadow the five had formed, and beneath it, the five wore unwilling expressions as they were reduced to ruins.
With a single move, he had suppressed and slain five True Immortal experts.
This was the gap between ordinary cultivators and heavenly geniuses.
Ye Lin was someone who had fought the foremost prodigies of the myriad races. Facing these ordinary cultivators placed no pressure on him whatsoever.
This scene profoundly shocked the three old men behind Ye Lin, their faces filled with disbelief.
Two moves. With merely two moves, he had slain the five True Immortals from earlier.
Those were five True Immortals, not five cabbages.
They had died just like that, so easily?
After finishing everything, Ye Lin looked at the vast battlefield below and sank into thought.
The clash between the two armies had yet to end, and the surrounding space had already been sealed. If he left now, the formation spirit would immediately set its sights on him.
At that point, even if he wanted to retreat unscathed, it would be difficult.
After all, this formation spirit was a creation formed from the essence, qi, and spirit of countless billions of cultivators. Though he was a True Immortal, he still had to steer clear of such a thing.
"Fine. How is this place not an opportunity for me as well?"
As if he had made some decision, Ye Lin's expression