"Hehe, you lot are taking this rather well. Since that's the case, then all of you can go die for this old man."
The old man flashed a cruel smile at the Human Race experts below.
He was a peak powerhouse at the fourth level of the Golden Immortal realm. To him, these people were no more than ants on the ground—he could wipe them out with a flick of his hand and kill them with a turn of his palm.
The next moment, an enormous palm seal formed from laws descended upon the Human Race experts below.
"No!"
Golden Immortal experts of the Human Race in other areas roared one after another. Each of them tried to break free and rush over, but their Golden Immortal enemies held them firmly in check.
"Hahaha, you still dare let your minds wander while fighting us? Who gave you such confidence? Just stand there obediently and watch—watch how your clansmen die."
Laughter resounded throughout the entire Starry Sky, and countless Human Race experts closed their eyes.
None of them were Golden Immortals. Before true Golden Immortal powerhouses, they did not possess the slightest ability to resist.
Just as the massive golden palm seal fell, a streak of Sword Qi came flying from afar and directly annihilated the golden palm seal completely.
"Who is it?"
The old man who had attacked earlier was startled, and his gaze immediately turned toward the distant Starry Sky.
Within the Starry Sky, a blood-red figure slowly walked in this direction.
Only when it drew nearer did everyone see clearly.
Ye Lin was holding the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Ye Lin? Weren't you being held back? Where are those six youngsters?"
The old man narrowed his eyes