Looking at Ye Lin's incomparably calm face, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was dazed for a moment.
It had actually seen, in this man, the bearing the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord possessed back then.
It was no exaggeration to say that it had watched Ye Lin's journey step by step. Ye Lin had become increasingly cold and ruthless, increasingly decisive, increasingly bloodthirsty.
"Really?"
Hearing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's words, Ye Lin was somewhat surprised inwardly, with a trace of excitement in his tone.
"Uh..."
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was completely speechless. What the hell was there to be excited about?
"Young Master, it's done. Not one was left alive."
"A total of thirty-two men and eighteen women."
At that moment, Mo Yun came before Ye Lin, his entire body radiating killing intent, and reported.
Ye Lin glanced around at the corpses littering the ground and the utterly ravaged inn, then nodded.
"Half an hour. Not bad."
Ye Lin praised them. These had all been True Immortal cultivators. Even if they were merely True Immortals who had muddled their way up, they were still True Immortals.
Killing True Immortals was not like slaughtering pigs. To kill them all within half an hour was already fairly impressive.
"Clean up the place. We're setting out."
Ye Lin rose and walked out of the inn, followed by ten... prodigies whose bodies exuded dense, rich bloodlust.
Chen Changfeng waved his hand, and countless figures emerged from around the inn to begin cleaning up the site, dragging away the corpses one by one.
Those were all True Immortal corpses, a considerable fortune in their own right.
After leaving the inn, Ye Lin looked at the figures around him and the sun in the sky. With a thought, his body rose into the air.
Ye Lin