These were all merely for show. There was no way the Buddhist Sect would bring out all its reserves to support him—no matter how he looked at it, that was impossible.
Just as Ye Lin was about to join the battle himself, a terrifying boom rang out in the distance, shaking his ears until they buzzed.
Ye Lin instantly looked up. In the distance, five figures shrouded in light shot fiercely toward the battlefield.
The sight of those five figures filled Ye Lin with an overwhelmingly intense sense of pressure.
"Half-step Golden Immortals?"
In an instant, Ye Lin discerned their strength—five half-step Golden Immortal powerhouses.
The next moment, Ye Lin turned and ran.
If he had been at the peak of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, he might have tried exchanging blows with a half-step Golden Immortal. But now, he simply had no right to fight such an opponent.
He was not the sort of person to overestimate himself and force his way through. When faced with someone he could not defeat, he would not stupidly play the hero and test the waters of a half-step Golden Immortal.
Doing that would be utterly idiotic.
Before those five could even enter the battlefield, five figures appeared in the rear of the Buddhist Sect. The auras of these five figures were in no way inferior to those of the previous five.
These were the Buddhist Sect's five half-step Golden Immortal powerhouses.
The Buddhist Sect and the Qilin Clan had each sent out five half-step Golden Immortal powerhouses in support. Li Xiaoyao had led the Qilin Clan and drawn away five of them, while another five remained here to hold the line.
For a time, ten half-step Golden Immortal powerhouses fought far away from the battlefield.
Even from such a great distance,