In the blink of an eye, the great battle began.
Yet no matter how they fought, the surrounding walls remained utterly still, incapable of suffering even the slightest damage.
On the surface of those walls, Ye Lin sensed a faint layer of holy power.
It was the handiwork of a quasi-Saint great power.
This truly was the territory of a quasi-Saint great power.
Unfortunately, they had run into a bunch of people who knew no rules.
It was like a scholar meeting soldiers—reasoning with them was impossible.
"Fellow Daoist, take advantage of the chaos and run. In your current state, you'll get hacked to death if you go out."
Seeing Wang Zheng gripping his long blade and preparing to charge in for a fight, Ye Lin kindly tried to stop him.
"Oh, right. That makes sense."
Wang Zheng, who had been about to show off his might, nodded lightly at those words. He shook his dizzy head and followed Ye Lin, feeling their way forward through the darkness amid the chaos.
His current condition was too poor. Running first was the wiser choice.
Once he sobered up, he would definitely come back and reclaim his dignity.
"Stay right there! We've completely sealed off every passage. Don't make pointless struggles!"
"Hahaha! Who would've thought we'd stumble upon such a delightful surprise this time? Where is the treasury here?"
"Kill, kill, kill! Leave them for me—I'll slaughter every last person here!"
Roars and the sounds of battle intertwined without end, plunging the scene into utter chaos.
Only Ye Lin and Wang Zheng mixed into the crowd, doing their utmost to minimize their presence as they rushed outward without pause.
"Come—"
Suddenly, a young man in front of Ye Lin widened his eyes at the two of them. Just as he opened his