One of them let out a roar at Ye Lin.
At this moment, they had no desire to keep fighting.
Though this guy was a late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, his combat strength was terrifying. They could not take him down in a short time.
They had not forgotten their identities. They did not want to waste time here with Ye Lin.
After all, their identities were special. The longer this dragged on, the more dangerous it became for them.
Right now, they only wanted to leave this place and find somewhere else to hide.
"Damn it."
Realizing what the three were thinking, Ye Lin could not help cursing inwardly.
He was not afraid of getting entangled in battle with these three. What he feared was them turning around and running.
With his current combat strength, plus the support of the Nine Nether Prison Flame, killing these three was only a matter of time.
But if these three were determined to flee, that would be troublesome.
He could not stop them.
If three Daluo Golden Immortals were determined to run, it was not something he could stop just because he wanted to.
"Hehehe, three against one and you still can't win. What three pieces of trash."
Suddenly, a strange laugh rang out from the mist not far from Ye Lin.
The moment that voice appeared, the three fleeing figures abruptly halted.
They slowly turned around and looked toward the mist beside Ye Lin.
"Zhao Xing, Zhao Wu, Liu Su—why are you three here?"
The three middle-aged men frowned slightly.
Three figures slowly emerged from the mist.
Ye Lin's brows furrowed slightly.
These three were precisely Zhao Xing, Zhao Wu, and Liu Su from earlier.
It seemed these people knew one another.
At that moment, Ye Lin quietly began retreating.
Something was