Although there was certainly a great deal of selfishness mixed in, they felt that public interest outweighed it. After the human race had declined, how many of those present had not stepped forward to stomp on it?
If the human race rose again, could they guarantee it would not settle the score?
The various races had not failed to consider this point. But aside from the Nine Infant Clan, the North Mountain Clan, and others who bore hatred deep enough to annihilate a race against them, who was willing to offend the possibly still-existing Taicang King and become the bird that stuck its head out first?
Moreover, even without Taicang King, Ye Xiwen's faintly discernible shadow behind it all was enough to make them wary. In one night, he had uprooted three races in succession, destroyed their foundations, ruined their ancestral artifacts, and killed their ancestors. If any great race had done such a thing, it would have suffered grievous damage and might even have collapsed.
After all, those three races had occupied the right time, the right place, and the support of the people, yet Ye Xiwen had still done it. No matter how he had done it, such methods were far too terrifying to them.
Besides, in everyone's eyes, even if the human race rose again and reclaimed its throne as overlord, so what? At most, things would return to how they had been before. That was the bottom line in their hearts. Therefore, with no one willing to take the lead, no one wanted to act rashly.
However, everyone harbored thoughts of suppressing the human race. If someone led the charge, they would not mind joining in and thoroughly crushing the budding signs of the human race's resurgence.
"Hmph!" Ye Fan snorted coldly and directly crushed all