Streams of light streaked across the firmament as Ye Lin walked ahead, with more and more cultivators chasing after him from behind.
Every pair of eyes was bloodshot and brimming with greed, as though they wanted to carve Ye Lin into a thousand pieces.
"Trouble."
Ye Lin's expression turned grave. Only now did he realize the severity of the situation. Looking at the dozen or twenty cultivators behind him, he had yet to find any weak point in the formation.
"Don't waste your effort. The Void-Refining Grand Formation's only weakness lies outside the formation, so within it, you won't find the slightest flaw."
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar spoke in a deep voice. Ye Lin's face darkened at its words.
"Hahaha, no way out now, is there?"
"Kill him, kill him! My hands can't hold back any longer. I want to eat him—eat him bit by bit, bit by bit, until there's nothing left."
"Flesh and blood—delicious flesh and blood. Stop running. Let me eat you. Stop running."
Facing the neither-human-nor-ghost creatures closing in step by step, Ye Lin slowly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand.
Since he could not run, then he would kill.
In an instant, the power of immortal fortune surged wildly through Ye Lin's body, and an incomparably terrifying aura erupted from him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions thundered through the sky as Ye Lin charged into the crowd like a god descending to earth, unleashing a frenzied slaughter.
These so-called peak True Immortals could barely withstand even a single move from him. At the first exchange, they were sent flying backward, coughing blood.
But no matter how strong he was, True Immortals possessed tenacious vitality—and there were simply too many of them.
"Who is this? He's quite strong."
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