As the grand reunification event was underway,
among the 165 captives from the demon clan, more than half were dead or injured.
Yi Lin was no saint; although he was also a demon, those he truly regarded as his kin were only the brave squad he brought with him.
As for whether the other demons lived or died, were injured or not, Yi Lin did not care.
He was no saint, after all.
Niu You, Brother Dog, Miao, Ju'er, with superb sorcery and pure bloodline, had long been considered among the Big Demons.
They stood back to back, supporting each other against wave after wave of attacks.
Demon Luo's Order did not strike, nor did the Heavenly Sword Sect; all the Buddhist cultivators were shaken by Yi Lin, so Miao and the others could barely hold on.
As Yi Lin passed by the Demon Luo's Order, he smiled and waved at Wang Xiaohu.
"Brother Lin!"
Wang Xiaohu was stunned.
He was caught in the wind, confused.
"What Brother Lin?"
