Just like that, Ye Lin picked them off one by one. In a short span of time, five True Persons had already died at Ye Lin's hands.
Those True Persons were restrained by the golden chains. They could not flee even if they wanted to, and could only let Ye Lin pick them off one by one.
They wanted to help each other, but under the nauseating restraints of those golden chains, they could not move an inch.
"Damn it, why is he so strong?"
The last two remaining True Persons wore incomparably grim expressions as they cursed under their breaths, exchanging glances.
The only thing awaiting them now was a dead end. They could not defeat him, nor could they run away. It was unbearable in the extreme.
"You two, leave your lives behind today."
Ye Lin stood at the very center, chains coiling around him, a massive tiger phantom crouched above his head. He looked incomparably imposing.
"Kill."
Without further hesitation, Ye Lin turned into an afterimage and charged at the two True Persons before him. The two True Persons did not simply sit and await death either.
Though they could not defeat Ye Lin, Ye Lin wanted to kill them, and they had no intention of standing there waiting to die.
Under the pressure of death, they erupted with twice their usual combat strength. Even so, they could not withstand two punches from Ye Lin.
Under two punches, the two great True Persons were blasted directly into a spray of blood. The blood mist drifted through the air before ultimately vanishing into nothingness.
The battles across the other three battlefields had also ended. Just like that, the four Spirit Transformation True Persons of Nameless Mountain, including Ye Lin, looked down at the battlefield below.
Seeing that all