"Advance."
After casually killing that clamoring Nether Race expert, Ye Lin waved a hand and spoke in a low voice.
At once, the army began advancing. Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass remained; stars shattered, and Nether Race experts were wiped out.
It was simply terrifying.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, walked among the army with his hands clasped behind his back.
The Three Origin Star System was an important region within the Long River Star Region. As long as they captured the Three Origin Star System, the Nether Race's reinforcement speed would slow by a great deal.
Because there was a large-scale teleportation formation within the Three Origin Star System.
For Ye Lin and these Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals, the distance across a star region might amount to nothing.
But for cultivators below the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, distance was fatal.
Their mutual reinforcements and troop deployments all depended on these large-scale teleportation formations.
Now, as long as they destroyed these large-scale teleportation formations, the Nether Race's reinforcement speed would be greatly reduced. That would naturally be of immense help to Ye Lin's plans.
As the army continued pressing forward, more and more Nether Race forces appeared before them.
That meant they had reached the place.
Sure enough, behind those Nether Race armies, Ye Lin saw a teleportation formation radiating dreamy, illusory colors.
Beside the formation stood a densely packed mass of Nether Race experts, all preparing to pass through it and head elsewhere.
Naturally, Ye Lin would not let them have their way.
With one step from Ye Lin, his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, Ye Lin's figure flickered through the army like a ghost, moving through its ranks as though no one were there.
After taking only a few steps, Ye