"Pfft."
"Senior Brother."
"Damn it, hurry, call for reinforcements."
Amid the ruins, three Buddhist cultivators lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state. Covered in blood, they did not even have the strength to raise a hand.
Too... strong.
With a single sword strike, all their methods had been utterly useless. That one strike had directly crippled them beyond recovery.
Was this the power of a true seventh-level Golden Immortal cultivator?
Unfortunately, the formation from before had only been meant to deal with that demon. They had never imagined there would be another seventh-level Golden Immortal cultivator here.
"Sever."
Yet before they could send a message, three more streams of Sword Qi descended, piercing straight through all three of their bodies.
Under that incomparably violent Sword Qi, the three of them were reduced directly to dust.
"I had not intended to make such a big fuss, but you insisted on courting death."
Standing above the heavens, Ye Lin spoke with an icy expression.
With a light wave of his hand, the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed in an instant.
Heaven and earth returned to their dim, gray state.
Meanwhile, amid the ruins below, a black shadow fled at incredible speed, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
That black shadow was none other than the little zombie from before.
That little zombie truly had a tough life. It had endured a casual strike from him and still had the strength to run.
Forget it. Since it had not died, that meant its life was not yet meant to end.
"Why are there so many of these ghostly things here?"
"Move aside. Let me suppress and kill them."
"Damn it, get out of my way! Die!!!"
Elsewhere, on an open stretch of ground, Li Xiaoyao and the