Ye Lin had no idea that someone was already plotting to steal his home turf.
At this moment, Ye Lin was walking through the battlefield of the Northern Continent. Watching the slaughter unfold across the battlefield, his thoughts gradually drifted away.
Chaos...
Balance...
"Don't fucking steal my kill. This one's mine."
"Yours? Is your name written on it? If you want to steal it, just say so. Why beat around the bush? Who are you putting on this show for?"
"Then you fuck off first."
A group of hulking men, like demons incarnate, slaughtered their way across the battlefield. Virtually no one could stop them.
Their methods were exceptionally bloody and violent. The prodigies who died in their hands usually did not even leave behind an intact corpse.
"It's Ye Lin! Fellow Daoists, join me in killing Ye Lin!"
Amid the battlefield, the Stowaways locked in battle suddenly spotted Ye Lin strolling leisurely overhead.
Their primary objective in this battle was to kill Ye Lin. As long as Ye Lin died, everything would draw to a close.
As long as Ye Lin died, their mission would be complete, and they would have truly won.
Everything hinged on Ye Lin.
The moment the shout fell, several streaks of light shot toward Ye Lin one after another.
Their target was Ye Lin.
"Oh? Congratulations. You picked the wrong person."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes. His right hand moved behind his back as he slowly drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor into his grasp.
Every one of these Stowaways was an absolute prodigy. Yet aside from Lu Cang, the others were not much different from the prodigies of the present age.
And ever since he had slain Lu Cang, his luck value had continued to rise without end. By now, even