Whether the Elf race would fight the mastermind behind the scenes.
Chen Yi was only seventy percent sure.
By this point, these High-level Elves had most likely noticed something as well; they simply lacked evidence.
In the end, he was still too weak.
If Chen Yi had been strong enough, there would have been no need for all this trouble.
He could have simply marched up to their door.
Across the entire void, Chen Yi's rate of growth could be called unprecedented and unsurpassable.
With the path most suited to him and a vast amount of resources poured into him, he had gone from Rank 7 to Rank 8 in merely a few thousand years.
But he was still short on time and unable to contend with those old monsters who had remained at Rank 8 for who knew how long.
"But... soon."
Chen Yi looked at the silver flames in his hand.
"My greatest weakness right now is my elemental vessel, namely Heart Fire."
"As long as Heart Fire does not reach the mythic grade, my spells will be unable to clash head-on with the powerful among Rank 8."
It was like one side wielding a wooden sword and the other wielding a metal one.
When the two clashed, the sharpness of the blades, the forging craftsmanship, and everything else became meaningless before they could even come into play.
The iron sword would inevitably sever the wooden sword.
Mythic-grade weapons and elemental mediums were indeed difficult to obtain.
But time had no meaning to Rank 8s.
No matter how terrible their luck was, as long as the probability was not zero, they would eventually win the prize over the course of endless years.
That was why Chen Yi had poured all the compensation from the Elf race and the