A powerful cultivator said with a worried expression, "We've seen plenty of Golden Immortal battles, but a Golden Immortal falling? Not even once."
This time, although the commotion was enormous, what if that old man from the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan returned alive in the end? Wouldn't they all be finished?
They also understood a little about the games played between Golden Immortals.
It was like comparing Golden Immortals to chess players. Two people played a game of chess, and in the end, one side lost. Unable to accept it, the other side challenged them to a private duel.
Yet in every such duel, they had never seen a Golden Immortal perish.
"Ye Lin is different from everyone else. This time, Ye Lin is definitely serious. Just watch—the old ancestor of the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan is as good as dead."
"Everyone, relax. Just focus on reaping the benefits and stop overthinking it. If you don't even have this much courage, forget dreaming of stepping into the Golden Immortal realm in this lifetime—you won't even be able to protect your own little patch of land."
"That makes sense."
Watching his own old ancestor get seized just as he was about to display his divine might, Xuan Tian's original confidence gradually turned into fear.
His greatest support, his greatest source of confidence—his old ancestor—was gone. What could he use to fight now?
The Golden Immortal forces did indeed possess deep foundations, but half of those foundations had already defected to Ye Lin.
How could the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan alone possibly hold them back now?
Part of a Golden Immortal force's foundation came from its subordinate forces. After all, although subordinate forces were not strong individually, gathered in sufficient numbers, they became a force that could not be ignored.
"Y-young master,