Before Ye Lin stood a middle-aged man dressed entirely in black, a cloak draped behind him. He raised a hand, looked at Ye Lin, and chuckled.
A faint yet oppressive aura radiated from him from head to toe.
Ye Lin's expression turned grave as well.
This man was at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Even Ye Lin felt immense pressure when facing such an expert.
Sure enough, he had been targeted.
There were only three peak Daluo Golden Immortals among the cosmic races, while the Chaos Ancient Clan had a full five.
Everyone now had an opponent of their own, and there was no one available to help him. He could only deal with the man before him himself.
Within the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, even a minor boundary was a vast gulf. Ye Lin did not have the slightest confidence.
It could be said that he did not have even the tiniest chance of victory.
"Fine. Then let me see the strength of a peak Daluo Golden Immortal. Let me see exactly how much you're worth."
Ye Lin smiled disdainfully.
Though he had no absolute confidence, he absolutely could not lose in terms of momentum.
When two sides clashed, whoever's momentum weakened first lost.
"Heh, fine. I'll make sure you get a good look."
"Three punches. I'll beat you to death in three punches. Remember this—Lin Zhen is the one who kills you."
After saying that, Lin Zhen took a step forward.
In an instant, he vanished directly from before Ye Lin's eyes.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Ye Lin's mind, and he rapidly retreated.
Suddenly, a terrifying explosion rang out as a fist as large as a sandbag violently appeared before Ye Lin.
Fast—far too fast!
Ye Lin's pupils abruptly shrank. He immediately raised both