Mu Qingyun and the others ultimately followed Xia Langtian's suggestion. They did not enter the wasteland, instead finding a mountain peak amid the towering ranges at its edge to conceal themselves and watch how things unfolded.
At this moment!
More and more Alien Races gathered around the wasteland.
The terrifying, chilling aura even showed signs of twisting heaven and earth.
Lin Baichuan sat cross-legged upon the wasteland, still without the slightest movement. This immediately drew the attention of many.
Whispers gradually arose.
"This guy actually isn't running. What is he trying to do, fight all of us alone?"
"Hmph... I think he knows he can't escape, so he has simply given up and is waiting to die."
"Exactly. Now that our four great races—the Demon, Devil, Ghost, and Spirit Races—have joined forces, and we have invited many Heavenly Prodigies and Monstrous Talents from the Myriad Races, even if Lin Baichuan had three heads and six arms today, he would still be doomed to die."
Around the wasteland, the chilling aura grew increasingly dense.
Seeing more and more people arriving, many could no longer restrain themselves and wanted to attack Lin Baichuan.
However, they ultimately held back, because the true leaders of their respective races had yet to arrive.
Boom...
Another quarter of an hour passed.
Suddenly, earth-shaking Killing Intent surged between heaven and earth.
The next moment, an enraged roar rang out like thunder.
"Lin Baichuan, you killed the prodigies of my Demon Race and stole our Dao artifact. Today shall be the day you die."
The voice boomed like a great bell, shaking the vault of heaven as though it were about to shatter. An astonishing pressure descended from above.
High in the sky, rolling demonic energy soared into the heavens.
A green ox as massive as a