"Stop struggling pointlessly."
Ye Lin slowly exerted force with his right hand. The power of his domain condensed into a gigantic palm that pressed downward, while waves of blood-red power continuously erupted through the surrounding space.
Thunderous booms echoed through the void.
Below, the gathered prodigies each unleashed their own domains in desperate resistance, scattering the power within their domains as though it cost nothing.
They knew that if they failed to withstand this wave, their lives would truly come to an end.
Only after clashing with him did they realize that Ye Lin's strength had surpassed even their wildest imagination.
They had known Ye Lin was powerful, but they had never imagined he would be this powerful.
Such strength was simply not something a True Immortal cultivator should possess.
They were at the peak of the True Immortal realm—and not ordinary peak True Immortals at that. In the outside world, each of them would be a prodigy admired by all. Yet here, their entire group of so-called prodigies was being suppressed by a single person.
Suppressed with one hand.
Wasn't this simply too absurd?
"Damn it, we can't hold on. He's too strong."
"We aren't even on the same level as him. With such combat power, he would absolutely have a place in the Central Continent."
"What regret... I pursued the Dao all my life, only to die such a stifled death in the end."
The expressions of the prodigies gradually shifted from fear to resolve. Though they continued grumbling, their hands never stopped moving. Instead, each of them increased the output of their domain power.
Even if they knew death awaited them, they could not die too miserably. They had struggled.
"So this is Ye Lin? A prodigy spoken of in the same breath as Dugu Feng? Clearly,