There seemed to be many Golden Immortals here, but once the proportions were calculated, one would realize just how scarce Golden Immortal cultivators truly were.
Such an enormous number of Golden Immortal cultivators had been amassed through sheer numbers.
"Thunder."
Since there were no true experts among this horde of demons, Ye Lin had no need to waste time killing them one by one.
Ye Lin lightly raised the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in his hand. The heavens, already flickering constantly with lightning, grew even darker.
Streaks of violet lightning slithered through the heavy clouds.
A pressure from the Heavenly Dao began spreading in all directions.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Prison of Thunder."
Ye Lin slashed out with his sword.
In an instant, deafening crackles erupted, and countless bolts of lightning fell like raindrops.
The lightning struck without end. Every bolt took the lives of one, or even several, demons and monsters.
The cultivators battling in the sky sensed the disturbance and fled one after another, dragging the battle farther away.
A seventh-layer Golden Immortal had made a move. Forget demons and monsters—even among them, there were scarcely any seventh-layer Golden Immortals.
If that lightning accidentally struck them, it would be enough to make them suffer dearly.
The lightning continued to descend, blasting cluster after cluster of demons below into drifting ash.
Incomparably dense blood qi turned into roaming dragons that streamed toward the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword behind him.
Ye Lin merely watched the scene with cold eyes.
This was the advantage of possessing great strength.
The demon horde that looked so dense it made one's scalp tingle was, in his eyes, nothing more than a swarm of ants, easily wiped out with a casual gesture.
"Damn it, Four Seas Dragon Clan, how are you handling