"Almost enough."
Ye Lin murmured inwardly. Several breaths had already passed; with Wang Tian's Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivation, he had perhaps long since fled back to the Wang Family.
There was no need for him to keep wasting time here.
"Off you go."
Ye Lin's eyes lit up. He grabbed Li Xiaoyao, who was still locked in battle, and swung the Time Measuring Ruler. The space before them instantly began to collapse, and Ye Lin vanished into the crumbling void.
"That bastard ran? Hurry, chase him!"
"Fuck, we waited a whole seven days and got nothing? I'll kill you whether you flee to heaven or burrow into the earth!"
Seeing Ye Lin disappear, the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses erupted in rage. One after another, they shattered the void and pursued him.
After working so hard for so long, they naturally could not let Ye Lin escape just like that. Otherwise, where would they put their pride?
As the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators vanished, the True Immortal powerhouses watching below wore bewildered expressions.
They had waited seven days and seven nights. With so many Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators present, they had expected a Dragon-Tiger Struggle. Who would have thought it would end so dramatically?
"...Who was that person who just made a move? He was so strong—he held back more than sixty Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses all by himself."
"No idea. Now that they've all left, we should retreat too. If we don't, we'll be the ones who suffer."
Some True Immortal powerhouses muttered. Several Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal powerhouses still stood in the sky, and they knew all too well what enraged Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were capable of doing.
"Kill, kill, kill! Kill until no one in heaven or earth dares call themselves supreme!"