Terrifying waves of pressure bore down on Ye Lin, while densely packed figures hemmed him in at the very center.
They eyed Ye Lin like tigers watching their prey, their gazes seeming as though they wanted to tear him limb from limb.
Among them were even several ninth-layer Golden Immortal powerhouses.
An ordinary powerhouse would likely have long since panicked in such a situation, but Ye Lin remained standing where he was, calm and unruffled. Not a trace of panic could be seen on his face.
Instead, he regarded them with keen interest.
"Everyone, call out your foundation-level prodigies. You lot aren't enough."
Looking at the densely packed Asura Clan powerhouses around him, Ye Lin spoke as though to himself.
After speaking, he lightly shook his head beneath the furious stares of the Asura Clan powerhouses.
Contempt—utter, complete contempt.
The mockery was turned all the way up.
This only made the surrounding Asura Clan powerhouses even more furious.
"Damn it! He's nothing more than a Human Race cultivator, yet he dares to disregard us like this? Kill him! Kill him!"
"I'll tear him to pieces and imprison his soul so that he can never be reborn for all eternity!"
"Kill!"
The Asura Clan powerhouses were utterly enraged. They let out furious roars and charged toward Ye Lin one after another.
They could not wait any longer. At this moment, they could not wait even a second more. They only wanted to tear this arrogant, overbearing fellow before them into pieces.
Tear him apart without mercy.
"There are plenty who fear death, but those seeking death are a rarer sight."
Facing these tens of thousands of Asura Clan powerhouses, Ye Lin merely smiled faintly and slowly raised an arm.
Terrifying Sword Qi raged around him as deafening rumbles rang out without