"Little one, come. Kill me, and you'll be able to enter the next stage."
"If this old man's guess is correct, I should be guarding somewhere around the tenth or even twentieth stage, shouldn't I?"
Looking at Ye Lin before him, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord stroked his chin, his face brimming with pride.
With his strength, the place he guarded was naturally of great importance.
"Senior, you're the eighth stage."
Seeing the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord immersed in his own world, Ye Lin could not help but interrupt him.
"What the hell? The eighth stage?"
"So you encountered me first?"
"Yes."
After Ye Lin nodded, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord's gaze gradually turned dangerous.
How was that possible?
How could he be guarding the eighth stage?
Was the great age this little brat came from really so terrifying?
"Little brat, are you from the future?"
"Yes."
"Hiss... There's no reason for that."
After receiving the answer, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord began doubting himself even more.
Guarding the eighth stage?
Damn it.
And it was the future, too.
Could it be that the future had returned to simplicity, and its cultivation environment was even better than the Primordial Era's?
Damn it.
"Come on, brat. Let this old man see exactly what you're made of."
The Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord gritted his teeth, grabbed the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar at his side, and charged at Ye Lin.
He was going to kill this brat and prove to the Heavenly Dao that it had truly made a mistake.
Yet before he could even get close, a razor-sharp Sword Qi came flying toward him.
"Break."
The Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord raised the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar in his hand and smashed it forward.
The Sword Qi before him was instantly shattered into pieces.
"Not good."
The Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord's expression