"Red Old Devil, may you have a safe journey."
"Great Frost Dynasty, you... you... you actually..."
The red-haired old man stared wide-eyed at the white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared, his face filled with shock.
The next moment, the two joined forces and slew him.
A Quasi-Saint had fallen.
The battle below had long since become a foregone conclusion.
"Hmph."
One of the youths snorted coldly, then struck out with his palm.
In an instant, tens of millions of soldiers below were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, not even the slightest scrap left behind.
Even the Daluo Golden Immortal experts still fighting were slapped into flying ash.
The earth was completely reduced to ruins.
Within a radius of hundreds of millions of li, not a single patch of level ground could be seen.
Thus, the great battle came to an end.
"Fellow Daoist, you have been watching for quite a while, haven't you?"
Suddenly, the two youths took a step forward and appeared before Ye Lin.
As they looked at Ye Lin, the two youths wore unfriendly expressions.
There was also a trace of puzzlement in their eyes.
They knew every Quasi-Saint in the entire Southern Region, yet they did not recognize the man before them.
He was very unfamiliar.
And judging from his aura, he seemed very young.
It was the first time they had ever seen such a young Quasi-Saint.
"I was merely watching."
Ye Lin spoke casually as he looked at the two Quasi-Saints before him.
Though these two looked young, and the force of life within them was incomparably vigorous—
In truth, they had long since decayed within.
They were already very old.
"Fellow Daoist, you may call me Su Tao. You look unfamiliar to me, Fellow Daoist. Could it be that