"Pfft."
His body slammed heavily into the wall, and Ling Fan could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood. He then stared at Ye Lin with a face full of horror.
"You... how can you be this strong?"
Ling Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, disbelief written all over his face.
He was a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, yet this guy had suppressed him so thoroughly that he did not even have the slightest ability to fight back.
How was this possible?
How could it be?
"Heh..."
In response to Ling Fan's shock, Ye Lin merely sneered and said nothing.
"Slash."
The next moment, countless terrifying streams of Sword Qi slashed toward Ling Fan.
"Damn it."
Ling Fan cursed under his breath, then rose to his feet and thrust out his spear. The terrifying Sword Qi before him was shattered with a single strike.
He had originally thought this was merely some minor lackey. Who would have expected him to be this strong?
He was a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal.
Even with his cultivation being one minor realm above Ye Lin's, he was still being suppressed and beaten.
He could not understand it. He simply could not understand it at all.
But no matter how little he understood, he still had to fight.
Ling Fan's side was not too bad; he was merely being suppressed.
On the other side, however, Ling Feng was being brutally beaten by the three avatars.
"Pfft."
Ling Feng's clothes were in tatters. With his hair hanging loose and disheveled, he lay on the ground, his entire body covered in horrifying wounds. Beneath him was a pool of freshly spat blood.
His aura was weak, and his eyes brimmed with wariness as he looked at the three figures in the sky.