"Quick, get on it! Keep the formation going! This guy is at the sixth layer of Golden Immortal—don't let your guard down! Suppress him! Don't give him the slightest chance to resist!"
Outside, over a dozen figures watched as cracks appeared across the surface of the enormous black cocoon radiating dark light, and shouted loudly.
They had guessed right. This guy was at the sixth layer of Golden Immortal.
As long as he was not at the seventh layer of Golden Immortal, it was fine.
A sixth-layer Golden Immortal was still someone they could fight.
Yet, before their disbelieving eyes, streaks of dazzling light appeared across the black giant cocoon's surface, shining out through the cracks.
One streak, two streaks, three streaks.
In the end, the light covered the cocoon in a dense sea, so numerous that it was impossible to tell how many streaks there were.
"This is bad! We can't hold him back—we can't suppress this guy anymore!"
"Damn it, run! This guy isn't an ordinary sixth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator!"
"Run! Run!"
The next moment, the black giant cocoon at the very center exploded with a thunderous bang, directly turning into fragments that filled the sky.
Ye Lin stood there, his entire body entwined with terrifying lightning power, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand as he watched the dozen or so black shadows flee for their lives like madmen.
These dozen or so fellows did have some skill. This seemingly ordinary formation had actually trapped him for so long.
But it was still useless.
"Lightning, descend."
Ye Lin casually swung the Long Sword in his hand, and countless bolts of lightning came from every direction, trapping the dozen or so black shadows who had been fleeing madly in bands of overwhelmingly fierce lightning.
"Damn