"Ha ha ha! Chelar, you dare humiliate a genius of the Human Race like this—do you truly think our Human Race has no one left?"
Just as Luo Yao was about to summon the Great River, the void above Ye Lin's head suddenly shattered. From within the fractured space, a young man holding a white jade folding fan slowly stepped out.
In an instant, Ye Lin felt the suffocating pressure vanish into thin air.
"Wang Lin, why are you here?"
A trace of wariness flashed through Chelar's eyes as he looked at the young man before him.
"You humiliate a genius of our Human Race like this—why can't I be here?"
"Even if a genius of our Human Race has committed a crime, it is for the Human Ancestor Hall to judge him. What right do you have to lay hands on a genius of our Human Race?"
After Wang Lin spoke, he flipped the folding fan in his hand. In an instant, the sky was filled with terrifyingly immense power of laws.
This power stood above domains, above True Immortals.
Just a wisp of the aura leaking from it made Ye Lin sense death.
The gap between a True Immortal and a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was simply this vast.
"Wang Lin, you're courting death."
Chelar immediately attacked, but his strike was utterly crushed by the endless power of laws. He himself spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back again and again.
"A crippled Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. Nothing but trash."
Wang Lin's face was filled with disdain.
"I won't kill you today. I'll leave you alive."
Wang Lin sneered at Chelar, whom he had severely wounded with a single blow, then turned to Ye Lin with a kindly expression.
"Little friend, avenge your own grievances yourself.