Lu Yun licked his lips and stared greedily at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, remained calm as he merely raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
"Fellow Daoists, join me in slaying this scoundrel."
As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, his three clones struck at once, and Ye Lin himself joined the battle.
With the clones' help, Ye Lin found things much easier. Lu Yun, on the other hand, was already struggling to cope.
Four opponents as strong as Ye Lin were besieging him. Even he felt immense pressure at this moment.
"Suppress Heaven, suppress Earth, suppress gods, suppress myself."
"Four Great Seals, open."
Lu Yun fixed his eyes on Ye Lin and silently recited incantations.
The next moment, the aura around his body began to surge rapidly. Within moments, his cultivation rose from the fourth layer of the Golden Immortal Realm to the fifth.
"Kill."
This time, Lu Yun said nothing. He charged straight at Ye Lin.
"Great River Sword Dao—take the river of time as your sword, slash."
Li Xiaoyao suddenly attacked. A transparent Sword Qi formed, pointing directly at Lu Yun.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Break."
A thunder dragon tens of thousands of feet long appeared behind Ye Lin, coiling there as it let out roar after roar.
At this moment, Ye Lin was finally getting serious. Today, this man had to die.
This man's strength had suddenly surged by a massive margin; he must have used some forbidden technique. Once such a technique expired, he would undoubtedly suffer greatly.
Thus, Ye Lin only needed to hold him back for now. Once the forbidden technique wore off, he could slay him directly.
"Get out of my way."
At this moment, Lu Yun had eyes only for Ye Lin. He threw a punch