Why were these guys so weak?
Some had even been frightened out of their wits, completely losing the ability to fight.
Seeing this, Ye Lin sensed that something was wrong. These people should not be the prodigies of the major factions.
After all, those painstakingly nurtured by major factions could never be this pathetic.
There was only one explanation: these people were not prodigies cultivated by those major factions at all.
Those great factions were not fools. The prodigies they raised would inevitably be exceptionally outstanding, certainly not comparable to this rabble.
"Stop."
After watching for a while, Ye Lin finally spoke. His voice echoed across the entire battlefield, and the Great Demons, who had been slaughtering to their hearts' content, reluctantly stopped.
They all understood that Ye Lin was the one calling the shots in this affair. Though they obeyed their own young master, they did not want to miss out on such a fine place.
If they angered Ye Lin and he sent them back, they would be taking a huge loss.
They had not had enough fun yet.
Seeing those devil-like creatures finally stop, the Rogue Cultivators collapsed to the ground without a care for their appearances.
Their faces were filled with terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Too brutal. It was simply too brutal.
They had even watched with their own eyes as a True Immortal cultivator was torn apart alive by these creatures.
They had lived this long—what scenes had they not witnessed? Yet they had truly never seen anything like this.
True Immortals were treated like pigs and dogs.
True Immortals—those were True Immortals! In the Demon Domain Starry Sky, no matter where they went, they would be absolute powerhouses.
But here? They were worth less than pigs and dogs.
They were afraid. They were