Mr. Lin did not possess the keen eyesight of Hu Yanzhi; even though he knew the arrow had been shot from atop the city wall, he couldn't make out the archer. He could only rely on his vast spiritual sense to search.

Had Hu Yanzhi fired his first arrow and immediately retreated, or remained still, Mr. Lin’s spiritual sense would never have locked onto him. But the man fired over twenty arrows consecutively, only stopping when he reached his limit. That span of time was more than enough for Mr. Lin to locate him.

A distance of several thousand meters, especially amidst such a massive army, was incredibly difficult for ordinary people, even masters like Grandmasters, to traverse. But for a Soul Immortal, it was merely the blink of an eye.

However, as a Soul Immortal, Mr. Lin naturally would not rush to Hu Yanzhi’s position for a direct confrontation. A casual soul technique from him would be sufficient to end Hu Yanzhi’s life; he possessed that confidence, and indeed, that strength.

Yet, this dark shadow thwarted his intention to eliminate the archer…

This dark shadow was a Knight, riding a unicorn. Mr. Lin recognized him instantly: this was the young man who had absorbed the Flame Dragon just moments before—the very person who had caused him to momentarily lose focus, allowing the Prince’s guard to fail, making him one of the assassins of the Prince…

Logically, seeing such a culprit should have spurred Mr. Lin to action immediately. But he did not move. It wasn't that he didn't want to; it was that he couldn't.

The man and his mount presented too much pressure. He clearly saw the rider on the black mount: long, pure white hair, clad in the black combat attire he had only just changed into. He had fought his way through, charging through thousands of soldiers and horses, yet he carried not a single drop of blood on him. Not even his white hair bore any trace of gore or flesh.

This seemed utterly impossible. After all, the people he had slain numbered at least in the hundreds, perhaps thousands. How could none of these bodies manage to stain his person with blood?

Moreover, the long saber in his hand, crackling with purple lightning, was equally clean. Whether it was the speed of his strikes or some mechanism that absorbed the blood, the blade itself delivered a profound shock to Mr. Lin. However, it was only shock; the greatest oppressive might truly exerted on Mr. Lin did not come from the Knight, but from the mount beneath him. It was a ferocious beast resembling a unicorn, yet entirely pitch-black, with black flames licking at its four hooves. An overwhelmingly immense aura radiated from it—the aura of a Saint-level Desolate Beast.

Of course, Mr. Lin, as a Soul Immortal, did not fear an ordinary Saint Beast. But for some inexplicable reason, this Desolate Beast projected an endless sense of crushing pressure onto him…

It was for this reason that he held still, quietly observing the man and the beast…

He remained motionless, and the two Soul Masters behind him naturally did the same, both staring at this man who had materialized in the midst of the army, assessing his combat prowess…

“I did not expect the Southern Cloud Empire to possess such an unparalleled figure. May I inquire as to your esteemed name?” Mr. Lin inquired calmly, looking at Ye Jingyu, who was now standing within striking distance. This powerhouse was utterly absent from his memory.

“Kill…” Ye Jingyu let out a cold snort, his body soaring into the air. Raising his saber with both hands, he lunged directly at Mr. Lin. This time, he unleashed the third move of the Startling Thunder Saber Art: Raging Thunder Purgatory. Activating the Heaven Sovereign Saber was not the true essence power within his simulated meridians, but the Hegemon Origin Power churning within him…

In an instant, several saber projections carrying purple electrical currents descended from the sky, completely engulfing an area dozens of feet around them. This was the true terror of Raging Thunder Purgatory, a power potentially achievable only after reaching the Saint level. Ye Jingyu’s Hegemon Origin Power was a force superior to true essence power; the celestial thunder drawn forth and the saber projections condensed were undoubtedly several times more potent than those of a standard Saint realm practitioner…

Of course, if Dugu Ba-Chen were to unleash this move, the reach wouldn't just be dozens of feet; the entire heaven and earth would be bathed in electrified saber light…

Seeing the sudden proliferation of saber projections above, forming a cage that utterly cut off any thought of escape, a flash of surprise crossed Mr. Lin’s eyes. This individual clearly hadn't even condensed a true core; he was merely a Grandmaster. How could he possess such a devastating move? This strength was at least at the level of a Martial Saint!

Mr. Lin was filled with regret. His attention had been fixed on Ni Bo. If he had known Ye Jingyu possessed Martial Saint cultivation, he would have fled immediately. Engaging in close-quarters combat with a Martial Saint—even for a Soul Immortal—was courting death!

But he was a Soul Immortal nonetheless. At this critical juncture, he chanted an incantation, waved one hand, and a sky-blue curtain formed above his head, enveloping him and the two Soul Masters behind him…

The descending saber projections slammed brutally against this blue canopy, causing ripples, but failing to shatter it. However, the soldiers charging toward them were instantly shredded by these saber projections. In the mere blink of an eye, at least a hundred men were slain, among them several peak Xiantian Martial Masters.

Facing such ferocious saber light, these ordinary soldiers and officers offered no resistance whatsoever.

The curtain Mr. Lin had conjured successfully blocked the sky-falling projections. Seeing this, Ye Jingyu remained unconcerned. He surged his internal Hegemon Origin Power, and the Heaven Sovereign Saber in his hand flared brightly, manifesting a saber projection fully several yards long, which he brought down fiercely upon the water-blue light barrier…

With a sharp hiss, the seemingly unbreakable light was instantly cleaved in two by Ye Jingyu’s strike. Mr. Lin immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, though the majority of the overhead saber projections vanished, revealing a fissure in the Raging Thunder Purgatory…

“Go…” Mr. Lin cried out in alarm, grabbing the two Soul Masters and preparing to step away…

“Trying to leave? Not so easily done…” Ye Jingyu sneered. Simultaneously, Little Black’s body shot forward. A black light flashed in its eyes, followed immediately by the blooming of a golden ripple…

It was the Dragon Clan divine ability: Dragon Vein Battle Wave…

Poor Mr. Lin, having just forcibly withstood a technique from Ye Jingyu that surpassed even a standard Martial Saint’s power, suffering some damage to his spirit soul, had no time to recover before this powerful wave slammed toward him…