At this moment, the Nether Race powerhouses who had once been brimming with confidence finally began to take Ye Lin seriously, their faces grave as they watched him.
This guy was even more powerful than they had imagined.
Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were as weak as children in his hands.
Killing Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals was as easy as killing chickens.
At this moment, that saying had been made manifest.
It was simply terrifying.
Ye Lin's figure flickered continuously through the Starry Sky like a ghost; each time he appeared, he took the life of a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
At first, these Nether Race powerhouses could still grit their teeth and fight Ye Lin.
But later, their resolve utterly collapsed, completely shattered by Ye Lin.
Strong—he was truly far too strong.
Unreasonably strong.
Unstoppable, utterly unstoppable.
As time passed, of the original hundred-plus Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals, only a dozen or so remained.
"Devil... this guy is a devil! Run, run!"
"Run! Run! Hurry, run!"
For a moment, the remaining dozen or so Nether Race powerhouses screamed one after another, fleeing into the distance in streaks of light.
At this moment, Ye Lin had truly scared the wits out of them. His figure, like that of a demon, had been deeply branded into their hearts.
Watching the dozen or so streams of light fleeing into the distance, Ye Lin merely smiled faintly before slowly raising the Emperor Sword in his hand.
"This sword will send you on your way."
"Have a safe journey."
As Sword Qi flashed, the dozen or so distant figures were instantly cut to pieces by the Sword Qi.
Strong—truly too strong.
Such strength could no longer be classified as that of a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal.
Perhaps Ye Lin had long since ceased to belong