Before Ouyang Lin, the Temple Masters had no chance at all.
They were merely Emperor Realm Practitioners, while Ouyang Lin was a Half-step Void God. The gap between them was enormous.
So, it wasn't that the Temple Masters were afraid of death. If there was even a sliver of a chance, they would fight to the death. But now, they could only endure and wait for an opportunity.
But they knew that such an opportunity was slim. The Heavenly Origin Continent was near collapse, and other continents were in similar conditions, even the Despair Abyss was ravaged in the same way. Who else in this world could stand up against the terrifying Mr. Zhong?
Resistance could lead to only one outcome — death.
The entire Holy Hall echoed with Ouyang Lin's rampant laughter.
Suddenly, Ouyang Lin stopped laughing and looked at the six kneeling Temple Masters.
"Tell me, how is the pursuit going?" Ouyang Lin's voice was deep and filled with cruelty.
"Holy Master!"
