Boom, boom, boom.
A series of explosions rang out across the sky, the void ruthlessly torn apart. Ye Lin and Qingcang became streaks of afterimages as they fought from the southern skies all the way to the north.
Meanwhile, Wuchen continuously chanted Buddhist invocations, constantly interfering with Ye Lin's Primordial Spirit. Bearing such pressure, Ye Lin still fought the two of them to a standstill.
"Monster."
Qingcang stared darkly at Ye Lin, both his arms trembling uncontrollably.
Only now did he truly realize that Ye Lin was absolutely no soft persimmon to be squeezed.
With such strength, even among the peerless prodigies, he stood at the very peak.
He was simply a monster. Was this really combat power a True Immortal could possess?
With such strength, slaughtering ordinary True Immortals would truly be like butchering dogs.
"Playing with you two has been quite fun."
Ye Lin strolled through the void as calmly as if taking a leisurely walk. The Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand continued to drip blood.
That blood all came from Qingcang.
"Hold him back for me."
At this moment, Wuchen spoke with a slightly grim expression.
Only now did he understand how troublesome Ye Lin was. It was time to get serious.
"Alright."
Qingcang roared, Immortal Power surging wildly throughout his body. As peerless prodigies, their reserves of Immortal Power were several times, even dozens of times greater than those of ordinary True Immortal cultivators.
That was why he could sustain combat for so long.
For an ordinary True Immortal expert, merely using a single supreme art could consume more than half the Immortal Power in their body.
This was the clearest difference between prodigies and ordinary cultivators: the amount of Immortal Power they could store.
"Overlord Dharma Manifestation, open."
Qingcang's hair flew