The slaughter below never ceased, while Ye Lin strolled across the battlefield as though taking a leisurely walk through a garden, utterly at ease.
Ye Lin was searching—searching for the one who suppressed the Asura Clan's fortune.
The few members of the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan earlier had let him taste a little sweetness.
Yet strangely, Ye Lin had already crossed more than half the battlefield without finding anyone who suppressed their fortune.
Such a person was difficult for others to identify, but for Ye Lin, it was easy.
Whoever carried immense fortune was undoubtedly the one.
"Strange. Could they all be on that mountain?"
Ye Lin turned his gaze toward the solitary mountain in the distance.
It was a peculiar mountain. Its entire body was black, as if it had been formed naturally, and it sprawled so vast that its end could not be seen at a glance.
It was even larger than an ordinary great world.
At its summit stood the tallest structure: a towering building.
The entire building was blood-red, as though it had been cast from fresh blood.
A faint crimson glow radiated from its surface.
The building was enormous and eye-catching, so Ye Lin spotted it at once.
Just as Ye Lin was about to approach it, five figures suddenly appeared ahead of him.
Looking closely, they were Mo Ruyu and the others.
Mo Ruyu's group walked in front, with Ye Lin following behind them.
After the lesson of the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan, whenever they looked at a place like this, they could not help feeling that some ancient monster might be lurking there to keep watch.
Ye Lin merely chuckled. He felt that the five before him were overthinking things.
The incident with the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan had happened too suddenly. They