Zhang Wusheng and Gu Qingzhi were still stunned, while Wang Xiaoyu behind them had already made his move.
The brush in his hand wrote a huge character for "kill" in the air before him. With a light tap of his finger, the character shot straight ahead.
Endless killing intent instantly drowned the pitch-black cave in the distance.
Boom, boom, boom.
The next moment, the distant cave suddenly trembled, and countless figures poured out from within, surging toward Zhang Wusheng and Gu Qingzhi.
"Heh, a pack of ants dares provoke a True Dragon? Then die."
Zhang Wusheng sneered and took a step forward. An ultimate golden radiance abruptly erupted around him, illuminating every corner.
The dense mass of figures rushing toward him shattered one after another, ultimately turning to nothingness and vanishing.
Throughout the entire process, Gu Qingzhi never even had a chance to make a move.
As Gu Qingzhi and Zhang Wusheng dealt with them, Ye Lin stood calmly where he was, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.
Ye Lin's gaze traveled along the surrounding walls until, at the very top of a distant wall, he discovered a massive gap.
Within that gap stood an old man, staring at him in an eerie manner.
The instant he sensed the old man's gaze, every hair on Ye Lin's body stood on end. It was as if he had encountered some grave threat, and his eyes immediately turned solemn.
"Golden Immortal... seventh layer..."
Ye Lin spoke softly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Golden Immortal seventh layer...
He was only at the fourth layer of Golden Immortal. Against a cultivator at the seventh layer, death was his only path.
How could such a terrifying existence be here?
Where exactly had such an existence come from?
The old man bared a mouthful of large yellow