The gap wasn't merely large—it was enormous.
"Good. Wen Tian, lead the way. As for you two, leave."
After speaking to the man, Ye Lin turned to the two women who were scared half to death.
The two women stared in utter disbelief, then scrambled away on hands and knees. Watching them leave, Wen Tian's eyes were full of envy.
He wanted to leave too.
"Let's go."
Ye Lin waved at Wen Tian, who could only lead Ye Lin toward a certain place.
Ye Lin followed behind Wen Tian, an inexplicable force gathering in his hand. At once, two streams of blood qi swirled in his palm, gradually being absorbed by Ye Lin.
Meanwhile, the two women fleeing in panic in the distance wore expressions of utter terror, as though they had witnessed some great horror. Then they collapsed to the ground, transformed into two dried corpses.
Ye Lin would not do something as foolish as letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Ever since cultivating the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, he felt himself gradually becoming more cold-blooded, more decisive in killing. He thought that was a good thing.
This was precisely the kind of temperament he lacked. In this world, it was either you killed me or I killed you. If I didn't kill you, was I supposed to wait for you to kill me?
In the blink of an eye, three hours gradually passed.
"Tell me, do you even know where it is? You're not fooling me, are you?"
Ye Lin's voice drifted over from behind Wen Tian. Wen Tian shuddered all over, on the verge of tears.
"Absolutely not. We're almost there."
Wen Tian hurriedly replied. He had been scared out of his wits. Along the way, he and the person behind him had encountered many living creatures,