Aside from this old fellow, the remaining four were no different, Karmic Fire ceaselessly burning across their bodies.
The sins upon them were the fuel of the Karmic Fire.
Yet this fuel was inexhaustible, impossible to use up.
"Heh..."
Ye Lin looked at the old fellow before him, who was clearly in excruciating pain yet still stared at him with a murderous gaze.
Ye Lin merely sneered, then swung his sword. The old fellow's head was effortlessly severed.
Entangled by Karmic Fire, they had no strength to resist at all.
In but a few moments, five ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts were buried here.
The entire process had taken only ten breaths.
Ten breaths to kill ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts with the cultivation of a seventh-layer Golden Immortal.
Once such news spread, it would undoubtedly shake the entire Second Region.
The sea clan experts who had not fled earlier, wanting to take one final look, went madly fleeing into the distance after witnessing this final scene.
In an instant, those sea clan experts vanished from sight.
Too terrifying—truly too terrifying. They were afraid. They were truly afraid.
That man was like a demon god.
The West Sea Dragon Clan had been destroyed just like that.
Without ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts to hold the fort, the West Sea Dragon Clan was nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
Ao Guang stared in disbelief at Ye Lin as he slowly approached.
He had killed five supreme ninth-layer Golden Immortal experts in ten breaths.
Had he gone mad, or had the whole world gone mad?
What in the world had happened to this world?
Was he seeing things?
Had he seen wrong?
He had always believed his Dao Heart to be utterly firm, unbreakable, that nothing could make it waver in the slightest.
Yet at