Two months later.
Deep in the mountains of the Yanlai Realm.
Lin Chen was suspended high in the air, mobilizing his True Essence.
Six upper-grade magical flying knives danced around him as if they were extensions of his arms, tracing arcs in the air.
Every time the blades flashed, blood splattered everywhere, causing cries of anguish to echo throughout the place.
In just a moment, dozens of bodies lay sprawled on the ground.
Using his Divine Sense, Lin Chen scanned the area, confirming no Tribulation Cultivators were alive, and slowly descended.
At the same time, two figures approached, their faces respectful.
"Junior Brother Lin... oh no, Senior Brother Lin!"
"Although Senior Brother has just entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, the depth of this True Essence is comparable to that of someone at the third layer of Foundation Establishment!"
The two who spoke were naturally the Inner Sect disciples who had previously accompanied Lin Chen.
