"Let's split up and take a look."
After patrolling for a long while, Ye Lin spoke to Li Xiaoyao. His purpose was to let Li Xiaoyao obtain the opportunity that belonged to him; after all, he could hardly just say it outright.
"Alright."
Li Xiaoyao had been thinking the same thing. Upon hearing Ye Lin's words, he vanished in a flash.
At this moment, scarcely any living beings remained within the Yin-Yang Sacred Land as far as the eye could see. Corpses and ruins lay everywhere.
The Wang Family's strength far surpassed that of the Yin-Yang Sacred Land. When they did not strike, that was one thing—but once they did, it was with thunderous force.
The Yin-Yang Sacred Land simply could not withstand such a ferocious assault from the Wang Family.
After all, the Wang Family stood first among the eight great powers of the Heavenly Capital Region.
Now, all that remained was to wait—wait for the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals to finish their battle. Only once the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were done could this war truly be said to have reached its curtain call.
After all, the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were the main force of the battlefield.
Victory might seem secured now, but if the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield fell out of balance, every victory would turn into passing clouds and drifting smoke.
"That up ahead should be the Sect Master Hall, right? Let's take a look."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes at the largest building in the distance and muttered to himself. Then he transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the hall.
The Yin-Yang Sacred Land's Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal combatants had already been held back. Now, he could move through the entire Yin-Yang Sacred Land as though it were unguarded territory.