With a tap of Ye Lin's toe, his figure vanished instantly into the black demonic qi.
Ye Lin pressed onward through the black demonic qi. In his senses, five terrifying auras were battling ahead.
In the past, such terrifying auras would have made Ye Lin turn back at the sight of them.
But at this moment, Ye Lin felt they were nothing much.
Even against a Daluo Golden Immortal at the peak, he might not be without the strength to fight.
As he took the final step, Ye Lin finally saw everything clearly.
In the distance, Ye Xin was covered in wounds. Wielding twin blades, he fought three bizarre-looking colossal beasts without pause, while Zhang Ling'er supported him from the side, constantly interfering with the beasts.
Yet Zhang Ling'er's body was also covered in quite a few wounds.
Looking closely, the twin blades in Ye Xin's hands were already chipped and curled, as though they would snap at any moment.
Looking at the three colossal beasts again, their bodies were covered in horrifying blade wounds. Green blood dripped continuously from those wounds, falling into the canyon below.
Even so, the three beasts remained incomparably savage.
They continued fighting Ye Xin as if they intended to devour him whole.
Seeing this, Ye Lin's face filled with confusion.
Wasn't Zhang Ling'er being a little too foolish?
Ye Xin was a puppet, wholly devoted to obeying his commands—but what was Zhang Ling'er's reason?
She had suffered such grave injuries, yet she still refused to flee.
Did she really have to leave her life here before she would let it go?
Though he could not understand it, Ye Lin gripped his twin swords and charged forward.
"Ye Xin, retreat."
As Ye Lin's voice rang out, Ye Xin, who had been fearlessly battling the colossal