Ever since cultivating the complete Myriad Poison Dao Art, he had sorted through all the insights he had gained from cultivation over the past few years. His improvement now was anything but insignificant.
Without exaggeration, Poison Venerable truly had the confidence to challenge Lu Cang now.
But Ye Lin's progress was even more outrageous. As long as Ye Lin was willing to burn his luck, so what if it was Lu Cang? Even if Lu Cang stepped into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, Ye Lin was still confident he could slay him.
Ye Lin's words were equivalent to giving the many geniuses below a shot in the arm.
Ye Lin was their captain. If even their captain had said so, what was there for them to fear?
"Captain, what do we do next?"
One of the geniuses spoke up to ask.
"Next, naturally, we wait for them to come knocking. Hang all those corpses on the city walls for me. I want to see whether they can endure it."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin said with the corners of his mouth curling upward.
Hanging those six corpses from Heaven Earth City's walls was the greatest humiliation for those so-called infiltrators—no different from slapping their faces again and again.
Ye Lin refused to believe they could still hold back.
As long as they dared to come, Ye Lin dared to make sure they stayed.
Northern Continent was now their breakthrough point. As long as they won the battle there, the scales of victory would tip in their favor.
Once the breakthrough had been opened, they could freely support the other three continents. By then, everyone's accumulation would be more or less sufficient as well.
More than two hundred flawless Primordial Unity Immortals—even the battlefield of the Primordial Unity