A thunderous boom suddenly rang out from the sky behind them. When it faded, a headless corpse fell from the heavens and smashed heavily into the ground.
Judging by its clothes, one could more or less tell whose corpse it was.
A closer look revealed that it seemed to be Li Xiaocheng's.
Poor Li Xiaocheng had never imagined that Ye Lin would be cautious to such an extent. One sword strike was not enough—he had to follow it with another.
Even though he had already fled far away, he was still slain by a sword strike from across the air.
At that moment, Ye Lin was watching the great battle below. As for Li Xiaocheng, he no longer spared him a thought. Once the second sword was unleashed, death was certain.
These True Immortal realm prodigies could no longer stir even the slightest interest in him.
He was even beginning to regret having killed Lu Cang so decisively back then. If he had kept him around, he could at least have had some fun.
But once this battlefield was over, he would head to the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield. He truly hoped those Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal prodigies could give him a little pressure and let him have a proper game.
After all, those people had truly fought in battle before. They were simply not on the same level as these True Immortal prodigies.
The battlefield below had fallen into an even more desperate deadlock. Even the death of Li Xiaocheng had not affected the course of the battle in the slightest.
Li Xiaocheng was strong, but that did not mean the other Stowaways were weak. What was more, the heirs of those Golden Immortal factions were no weaker than the Stowaways.
Under Ye Lin's radiance, these people appeared