"Where have they reached?"
At the border of the Northern Continent, a group of prodigies stood facing the Central Continent. Each held a weapon. Among them were formation masters, spellcasters, and prodigies who specialized in the Dao of Poison.
Too many capable and extraordinary individuals had gathered in this group.
At the very front, a young man stood with his hands behind his back and asked softly.
"According to the reports, Ye Lin has already entered the Endless Sea. He will arrive in half an hour at most."
The woman beside the young man immediately reported.
"Half an hour? In the end, you still couldn't wait any longer, Ye Lin?"
The young man gazed into the distance, as though his eyes had pierced through layer upon layer of space.
"Young Master, Ye Lin is determined to win this time. Should we avoid his edge for now?"
The woman glanced at the prodigies spread across the land behind them, her tone tinged with worry.
Those damned major factions—aside from the Golden Immortal factions that wholeheartedly supported them, what kind of people had those Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions sent?
Early True Immortals—even Heavenly Immortals had been sent their way.
Even more absurdly, there were many Rogue Cultivator True Immortals among them with bewildered expressions. They did not even know what had happened before those Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions seized them and threw them here.
"Avoid his edge? Where could we possibly retreat to? We originally still had a chance of winning, but ever since Ye Lin's identity as an Invincible One was exposed, those factions that had lain dormant in the Demon Domain for many years have all emerged."
"After all, an Invincible One... There have been no shortage of attempts throughout history to kill Invincible Ones, but not a