"Damn it, kill."
Seeing this, Dao Slayer cursed furiously and charged straight at Jiang Yuan. Di Yuan, meanwhile, rushed toward Wuji. The great battle was reignited, each of them seeking out their own opponent.
The battle officially spread across the skies. The clashes of these mighty experts directly swept across a million li in every direction, causing a commotion beyond imagination. No wonder the Divine Beast Clan had been able to shatter half a continent in ancient times. It seemed that was no legend.
The greater the world, the stronger and more numerous the experts it could nurture.
"What a bunch of restless bastards."
Below, Ye Lin finished absorbing the blood essence from the last corpse. Watching the battle in the skies, he shook his head.
The moment he arrived, he had discovered many corpses on the ground. Their blood essence and vital energy had not yet dissipated—how could he possibly let such delicious food go?
He might not want to kill members of the Human Race, but in his eyes, these transcendent factions were not human at all.
If they angered him, if they stood against him, then never mind being human—even immortals would have to die.
After absorbing the last person, Ye Lin gently laid Ye Buqu down on the ground. After casting a protective spell over Ye Buqu's body, Ye Lin flew toward the battlefield above.
"You're too weak. Far too weak."
At this moment, Di Yuan was constantly being suppressed and beaten by Wuji. Seeing Di Yuan pinned beneath his attacks, Wuji wore an expression of complete control, his fists raining down one after another.
Di Yuan was suffering miserably beneath the blows. The dense intent of suppression made him unbearably uncomfortable; every attack he launched was weakened by thirty percent.
In terms of sheer strength,