"Yes. Those Stowaways have gone mad, fighting us like lunatics. During this period, we've already lost three Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals."
After Yun Feng finished speaking, Ye Lin immediately took the matter seriously. Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were nothing like True Immortals; every single one was exceedingly hard to cultivate.
And now, the battlefield had actually reached such a dire stage? Three Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals had fallen—this was simply too horrifying.
"So I came to ask whether you could send us some more people."
Yun Feng asked tentatively. He knew that Ye Lin had more people here than he could count, and he hoped Ye Lin could do as before and find a few more who had stepped into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm to assist them.
Their Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield was the true main battlefield. They were all heaven-chosen prodigies; once their Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield collapsed, the True Immortal battlefield would collapse along with it.
"Can you hold out for a year? Give me one year, and I'll clear this place out."
Ye Lin said solemnly, his tone brimming with absolute confidence. One year to purge the entire True Immortal battlefield.
"One year... Fine. It's a deal. We'll hold out for a year."
After pondering for a moment, Yun Feng nodded heavily. He then gave Li Xiaoyao beside Ye Lin a deep look before turning and leaving.
As long as they could hold them back for one year, once Ye Lin's side had completely cleared out the enemy, victory would belong to them.
"Come. Attack me."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Lin looked calmly at Li Xiaoyao across from him. Li Xiaoyao cultivated the Great Dao of Strength, and Ye Lin happened to lack dao rhymes of the Great Dao