A heaven-shaking sword cry rang out across all of Nameless Mountain. The moment Taiyuan stepped into Nameless Mountain, he discovered that the Sword Pellet on his arm had begun to move beyond his control. The next instant, it shot at breakneck speed toward a certain place.
In midair, the Sword Pellet instantly assembled itself into a blackish-purple Long Sword. At the very moment the pocket world was completely sealed off, it burrowed straight inside.
A streak of black light shattered the protective barrier overhead and arrived at Ye Lin's side.
This barrier was only meant to contain the aftershocks of their battle, so it was not particularly sturdy.
Looking at Evil Slayer beside him, Ye Lin grabbed its hilt. Spiritual energy surged through his body as he went all out, and his cultivation was finally exposed before everyone.
"Spirit Transformation peak?"
Zhao Huaiping's face was filled with shock. Just days ago, Ye Lin had only been at the early Spirit Transformation stage. How had he now reached the peak of Spirit Transformation?
He had raised his cultivation over the past few days? Clearly impossible. Once one reached Spirit Transformation, every minor breakthrough took at least several thousand years. Even for them, it would take decades or centuries.
A few dozen days were plainly impossible. The only explanation was that Ye Lin had been concealing his true strength all along.
The next moment, they smiled. Ye Lin had hidden his cultivation—but had they not done the same?
Once they fully released their cultivation, Ye Lin's expression turned grave.
All six of them were late Spirit Transformation cultivators, and unlike those useless fools outside whom he could casually cut down, these six were different.
Every one of them could fight five Spirit Transformation True Persons alone.
By that calculation, he was fighting