After all, Eastern Continent was in turmoil now, and there were plenty of races that couldn't stand to see others doing well.
"We're all fighting tooth and nail, while you humans enjoy peace and quiet? How could we allow that?"
So the Human Race had to fight too. Otherwise, when all was said and done, the other great races might very well band together and attack them.
After all, no one wanted to end up with all sides battered and the Human Race swooping in to reap the benefits.
That was why the people inside Nameless Mountain were also making urgent plans.
Once they had completely brought the major powers across the Five Prefectures of the Human Race to heel, the new Sect Master of Nameless Mountain would be chosen. Only then would be the right time to turn their attention outward.
Three hours later, Ye Lin and his party had arrived in Black Sand Prefecture, the most chaotic of the Five Prefectures of the Human Race.
All manner of desperadoes, Demonic Cultivators, Evil Cultivators, and illicit trade could be found in Black Sand Prefecture.
This was where the law of the jungle truly reigned: only the fittest survived.
Ye Lin gazed at the barren land and couldn't help frowning.
A faint trace of blood hung in the air.
"Senior, this is a map of Black Sand Prefecture. We're at its edge right now, while the other members of the Ten Sequences are scattered in different places."
"So we'll advance from the ground beneath our feet, pushing forward in a fan shape. If you see any Evil Demons, kill them. If any faction dares to defy us, kill them."
Ye Lin took out the map and explained the plan, an overwhelmingly thick killing intent radiating from him.
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