Only after walking for a while did Ye Lin realize something was wrong.
No matter how he walked, it seemed as though he was merely marching in place.
Ye Lin looked ahead, then behind him. He had walked for so long, yet his body had not moved from its original spot.
Although there were no obvious markers in the Starry Sky to determine one's position, for cultivators, wasn't it easy to tell whether they had moved or not?
Standing where he was, Ye Lin's expression gradually turned solemn.
This formation was rather formidable.
The vital essence within his body was continuously draining away, and after walking for so long, he was still treading in place.
This had completely exceeded his expectations.
This was a little too absurd.
Ye Lin stood where he was and continuously swung his sword, slaughtering the blood-red figures around him one after another with a single strike each.
This consumed his Chaos power on one hand, his physical strength on another, and his vital essence as well.
If this continued, it would not be a long-term solution.
Suddenly, a roar came from the depths of the distant Starry Sky. One blood-colored dragon after another came charging toward him.
The aura emanating from every one of those dragons was at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm.
Their auras were incomparably terrifying.
Seeing this, Ye Lin's thoughts stirred, and he summoned the three avatars far beyond endless space back to his side.
His mind was linked with his avatars, so naturally, there was no need for words; they knew what to do.
The three surrounded Ye Lin at the very center, coordinating with one another as they battled the giant beasts around them, while Ye Lin stood in place and began thinking of a solution.
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