"Kill!"
Countless cultivators brandished long swords as they charged this way, every face twisted with ferocity. Their combined auras shot straight into the heavens.
Their battle cries echoed throughout the canyon.
Wang Tian, whose expression had originally been taut with tension, froze when he saw these cultivators.
True Immortals, Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals, first-layer Golden Immortals.
What the hell were these supposed to be?
At that moment, he was completely dumbfounded.
It was not only him—everyone else was stunned as well.
They had thought a fierce battle awaited them, but upon seeing these fellows' cultivation levels, they discarded that notion.
Were these people really not here as a joke?
"Thunder Sea, descend."
Ye Lin was briefly at a loss as well, but he was not overly astonished.
This merely proved that Yun Zhilan's earlier judgment had been correct.
Even so, they could not relax in the slightest.
After all, the three princes had been coasting through the entire affair. That meant there had to be men belonging to the First Prince among them.
The First Prince would certainly go all out.
Countless bolts of lightning crashed down. Before the surrounding cultivators could even approach the Flying Boat, they were struck into powder one after another by that overwhelming force.
Yet these people seemed unafraid of death. They clearly knew they would die, clearly knew their strength could change nothing, yet they still charged forward without hesitation.
One came, one died. A crowd came, a crowd died.
The battle had become a completely one-sided slaughter.
By the end, even Ye Lin had become somewhat numb.
Were these people even living beings?
He had seen people courting death, but never anyone courting it this desperately.
"These people have all been controlled. Their Primordial Spirits have long since vanished, and they only know