"Your Majesty, ahead lies the City of Sin. It is also controlled by the Black River's three quasi-Saint-level factions."
In the Void, Ye Lin stood at the very front of the warship with his hands behind his back. Beside him, Han Che pointed at the colossal city on the ground in the distance and spoke in a low voice.
The enormous city spanned a million li, with buildings too numerous to count.
Its walls were black and ten thousand zhang high, making the entire city look exceptionally majestic.
"Proceed."
Ye Lin spoke.
His tone was firm, filled with an authority that allowed no doubt.
"Yes."
Han Che immediately gave the order.
The next moment, the army continued onward.
The warships flew toward the City of Sin, and the eyes of countless soldiers brimmed with fighting spirit.
In the past, they might have been afraid.
But after witnessing Ye Lin's true strength with their own eyes, they were no longer afraid—not in the slightest.
What they needed to do was neither fear nor worry.
They only needed to obey orders.
Even if the order from above commanded them to flatten the City of Sin, they would not hesitate in the slightest.
"Everyone, ahead is the City of Sin. Please halt."
Just as the army was about to enter the City of Sin, towering demonic qi spread through the Void ahead.
When the demonic qi dispersed, an old man in a black robe stood in the Void.
Alone, he faced an army of tens of millions, yet the expression on his face did not change in the slightest. He remained utterly unmoved by this army of millions.
"A Daluo Golden Immortal?"
Ye Lin's lips curved slightly as he looked at the man.
"Warn him once. If he does not listen, kill him."