His Formation Disk only concealed their figures, not their auras.
Even if they hid their auras, these demon-monsters could still sense them.
It had nothing to do with cultivation.
It was like a piece of red-braised pork—the Formation Disk merely turned that piece of pork into a stone, but its fragrance was still wafting through the air.
Demon-monsters were born with keen noses, so it was no surprise they could smell it.
At those words, Ye Lin merely waved a hand, and a layer of the power of laws immediately enveloped him.
In an instant, more than half of those greedy gazes lingering on him vanished.
The people behind him followed Ye Lin's example, and for a time, the demon-monsters around them no longer looked their way.
The power of laws blocked one's aura. So long as the other party's cultivation did not utterly crush yours, they could sniff until their noses broke and still not catch the slightest scent.
"Strange, why has that fragrance disappeared? Fellow Daoists, I smelled the scent of flesh and blood on you just now. Do you have flesh and blood?"
"Could you give me some of your flesh and blood? No, I won't take it for nothing. I'll trade something for it."
The demon-monster standing before Ye Lin refused to let the matter drop.
As soon as those words came out, the demon-monsters around them, who had originally withdrawn their gazes, looked at Ye Lin once more.
"Flesh and blood—I do have some. But are you worthy of taking it?"
Ye Lin said coldly.
After saying that, a trace of Golden Immortal aura spread through the surroundings.
The demon-monsters who had worn greedy expressions moments ago instantly reined in their greed. One by one, they knelt at Ye Lin's feet, trembling like leaves.
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