Bringing the zombie outside, Ye Lin saw that the slaughter high in the sky had yet to cease. After a glance around, he reached out and slapped the zombie.
In an instant, the zombie beside him threw back its head and let out a long howl, Yin Qi continuously spreading in all directions from its body.
The seemingly awakened zombie glanced at Ye Lin, then ultimately hopped away toward another place.
It was not stupid. Naturally, it could tell that Ye Lin was not someone to be trifled with.
In the blink of an eye, the zombie vanished from before Ye Lin's eyes.
Ye Lin knew that the demons in this city would be in for a headache next.
Seeing this, Ye Lin prepared to leave.
Since everything had already been done, it was time to leave this place.
"Benefactor, we are fighting demons while you search for treasure alone. Isn't that rather immoral?"
"Benefactor, the Eight Wastelands Qi-Devouring Cauldron is fated with our Buddhist Sect. We hope you will return the Eight Wastelands Qi-Devouring Cauldron to us."
"Fellow Daoist, please return the Eight Wastelands Qi-Devouring Cauldron."
Just as Ye Lin was about to leave, three figures suddenly appeared around him.
These three were precisely the three Buddhist cultivators who had fought the demons earlier.
"Three fellow Daoists, I do not know what you are talking about. I only know that if you dare block my path, then I can only send the three of you down to the Yellow Springs."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor suddenly appeared in his grasp.
Three sixth-layer Golden Immortals—and injured sixth-layer Golden Immortals at that—dared to block his way?
Who knew where they had found the courage.
"Benefactor, we are from the Myriad Dharma Buddhist