You have a good chance, I accept it.

You call this a mob?

At this moment, they felt that they seemed to have been cheated.

And the Taiyi Xuanxian forces had a simple idea. They just promised whatever they wanted. Anyway, they didn't need to really give it.

Want it? Let's talk about it when we can get out alive.

"Or... let's run?"

In the crowd, some cultivators were scared. This was not a level at all.

These guys could really tear them all apart.

"Run? Where to run?"

Some cultivators said with fear, because they didn't know when, hundreds of Tianjiao stood behind them and looked at them covetously.

The aura of those hundreds of Tianjiao was completely incomparable to them. They were the Tianjiao from the real Jinxian forces.

They were in a dilemma now. At this moment, they seemed to be used as cannon fodder.

Damn, they were cheated.

"Kill."

Finally, the young man in the distance could no longer bear it. He took the woman beside him and stepped aside and shouted loudly, while the cultivators behind him stood still.

Seeing this, the young man frowned. What's wrong with these guys?

"Didn't you hear what the young master said? Kill, and those who take a step back will die!"

The hundreds of Tianjiao behind him said coldly.

"Let's go, we will die anyway, and then find a chance to run."

Finally, these guys who were forced to do something rushed up one by one with their own skills.

"Hahaha, come on."

Mo Yi, who was rushing in the front, had his eyes lit up. He exuded an extremely terrifying demonic aura. As soon as he made a move, the three true immortals in front of him were directly blown up, without even a little residue left.

When the other big demons made a move, the battlefield was directly crushed, and these cultivators had no power to resist at all.

If their fighting power was really comparable to that of these geniuses, they wouldn't have become casual cultivators, wandering around in the starry sky of the Demon Realm picking up garbage to eat.

Boom, boom, boom.

For a moment, an extremely fierce battle broke out in the sky, and the space was ruthlessly torn apart. However, in front of these wolf-like demons, these cultivators were like lambs that broke at the touch, and had no resistance at all.

The battlefield was even more one-sided, and these cultivators couldn't even stop them. They fell one after another, and some immortal cultivators were killed by the aftermath of the fight in front before they could make a move.

This is completely a slaughterhouse, and countless cultivators died every minute and every second.

"Alas, a mob is a mob, let's go, these guys can't even force out the strength of Ye Lin's team."

Seeing this scene, the young man sighed. A mob is a mob. Once they encounter a team composed of geniuses, they will be broken like a mirror at the touch.

There is no need to watch it anymore, so think about what to do next.

For a moment, the young man and the woman beside him left without caring about the lives of those guys. To him, the lives of those guys were of no value at all.

They were cannon fodder, but now they didn't even play the value that cannon fodder should have. It was really infuriating.

Once they succeeded, they would first attack those Taiyi Xuanxian forces. What the hell are they?

Or just stop sending people. What the hell are they?

After they all retreated, Ye Lin, who had been watching the battle, realized that something was wrong.