After watching the Qilin Clan army below retreat like the tide, Li Changsheng's expression finally improved somewhat.
Three hundred hulking figures, drenched head to toe in blood, turned and left in high spirits. This time, they had killed to their hearts' content.
The only regret was that the truce had been called. Otherwise, they could have kept charging and slaughtering.
"Alright, the promise has been fulfilled. I'm very curious—just what kind of talents are those people behind you, the ones who made you endure such humiliation and bear with it for so long?"
Ye Lin gave Li Changsheng a deep look and spoke softly. The people from Forbidden Void were absurdly powerful.
And the reason Li Changsheng had endured humiliation and remained here was to wait for those people behind him.
Just how strong were they? He was looking forward to it—immensely.
"Hmph."
Li Changsheng snorted coldly and turned to leave. He did not dare say a thing, not even throw out some parting threat.
He was afraid that the moment he finished making threats, Ye Lin would strike again. That would be more loss than gain.
"That was truly satisfying. I alone slaughtered hundreds of thousands. Those guys were like ants—no, even easier to kill than ants."
"Haha, I was different. I only killed eleven, but they were all Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals. Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals weren't supposed to be like this in my imagination."
"Yeah, could those guys have been fake Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals? Why were they so weak?"
Li Changsheng, who had just left, heard the Heavenly Demons discussing this and his face darkened. This time, the Buddhist Sect's Flawless Taiyi had nearly all died. Those remaining were merely a group of incomplete Taiyi.
Flawless Taiyi were only somewhat troublesome to these people. One could