Above the clouds.
Lin Yuan faced thirty-five Divine Soldiers alone.
Compared to the towering Divine Soldiers that stood shoulder to shoulder with the mountains, Lin Yuan seemed exceptionally minuscule, like a speck of dust.
Yet, even under the terrifying pressure of the Divine Soldiers,
Lin Yuan still hovered in the air, without showing any signs of irregularity.
"Who is that?"
"He actually rushed up to the Divine Soldiers?"
"Is he seeking death!?"
Upon seeing this scene, the emperors of the Central Plains Thirty-Six Kingdoms all furrowed their brows.
Even when the Divine Soldiers from their side had just swallowed their soldiers, it had only caused them a moment of distress.
They almost didn't care at all.
It wasn't just the swallowing of thirty to fifty thousand soldiers; if all their soldiers were consumed, as long as they could completely crush the Defying Divine Society,
The emperors all felt it would be worth it.