The fortune he had painstakingly amassed was squandered clean in this moment—anyone who saw it would shed three jin of tears.
But Ye Lin paid it no mind. He had no idea how much the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was still hiding from him; it was no harm for it to spit out a little now.
At worst, he would make it up to it afterward.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, this treasure of yours is truly... truly formidable."
Looking at the faint crimson light screen wrapped around them, then at the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar overhead, Dugu Feng swallowed. For the moment, he simply could not find a better way to describe it.
Ye Lin ignored Dugu Feng's amazement and kept staring ahead.
Ahead, thunder sprang from the void. More and more scarlet lightning filled the air, densely entwined through the void, making one's scalp tingle at the sight.
Every bolt of scarlet lightning was enough to effortlessly tear through Ye Lin's defenses and grievously wound him.
Yet no matter how hard they struck now, they could not break the defenses laid down by the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.
"Th-this... what happened?"
The three women and two men who had been watching Ye Lin and Dugu Feng were utterly stunned. The two men, who had been on the verge of perishing, were suddenly protected by a crimson jar as they charged through the Void Sea?
And they were moving incredibly fast. At this speed, they would likely break through the Void Sea before long. The sight left them completely dumbfounded.
"What exactly is that crimson jar? What kind of supreme treasure is it, to be this powerful?"
The man recording the scene with a projection stone spoke with relaxed lips. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that the hand holding the projection