Ye Lin slipped his Spatial Ring onto his hand. Before he could even recover his senses, dozens of figures shot out from the black gate before him, instantly surrounding him.
"Wardens, this is beyond the Black Sea. I'm afraid it's no longer within your jurisdiction, is it?"
One of the figures looked down at the two black-robed gatekeepers below and spoke in a deep voice.
At this, one of the black-robed men gave a slight shake of his head. Looking at the dozens of Spirit Transformation True Persons in the sky, his eyes were full of pity.
Poor children.
Yet that pitying gaze aroused no suspicion from the others. Seeing the warden shake his head, the man nodded in satisfaction, and everyone's eyes turned back to Ye Lin in unison.
"Human Race, hand over the Spatial Ring in your hand, and we may consider sparing your life."
"That's right. Leave the Spatial Ring behind, and we'll let you leave alive. In the future, wipe your eyes clean before you step outside."
Voices rang out one after another, and the atmosphere in the field grew increasingly heavy.
"Let's go."
After saying this to Ye Lin, Taichu gave a gentle wave of his hand. No radiance appeared, yet the dozens of figures gradually turned into flying sand and vanished between heaven and earth.
With just a casual wave, he had reduced dozens of Spirit Transformation True Persons to ashes, even erasing their souls.
Such was the might of a Dao Integration True Lord.
"Farewell, True Lord."
Seeing Taichu about to leave, the two gatekeeping envoys heaved sighs of relief and immediately bowed to him. This plague god was finally leaving.
Ye Lin followed Taichu into the spatial rift, and the two vanished.
Nameless Mountain, Ye Lin's residence. Suddenly, a spatial rift appeared,