"You brat, you brat!"
Within the Demon Domain's starry sky, the great powers watching the battle grew incomparably enraged at the one-sided slaughter.
Their own prodigies had already chosen to give up resisting and surrender, yet Ye Lin still refused to spare them and insisted on wiping them out completely.
Such a temperament was simply detestable.
Ye Lin was not merely killing prodigies—he was slapping them across the face.
A mere junior was making their faces crack with resounding slaps.
Every prodigy who fell represented another slap Ye Lin dealt to their faces.
How could they possibly remain calm?
This True Immortal war had been lost in a complete and utter mess. It was simply a total disaster.
"Forbidden Void, Forbidden Void—you dare interfere as well? You are nothing but a pack of remnants from ancient times, rats who were lucky enough to survive under the Ancient Human Emperor's hand. How dare you meddle in the Demon Domain's struggle?"
One True Immortal even personally descended above Forbidden Void, his expression grim as he spoke.
Golden Immortal cultivators, who usually stood high above the world without showing themselves, had clearly become more active amid this great age.
After all, with the great age descending, everything was filled with possibilities. It was not impossible for them to advance further.
Yet the sure victory they had envisioned had now been lost just like that.
And the most fundamental reason was these Gods of Slaughter from Forbidden Void.
If Forbidden Void had not interfered, how could they have lost?
"Junior, you may eat recklessly, but you cannot speak recklessly. Our Forbidden Void's young master is making his way through the Central Domain. What is wrong with Forbidden Void sending a few guards to protect him?"
"Forbidden Void has existed in the Demon Domain far