"Mountain Master Fang, you can call me Ye Lin. I've traveled this far and haven't found a single living soul. There's a faint demonic aura floating in the air, so I suspect it's the Evil Demons' presence."
"Within a hundred thousand li, Black Mountain is the only power with a Spirit Transformation expert. You've watched the Evil Demons slaughter our people, yet Black Mountain has done nothing. Mountain Master, I demand an explanation."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and spoke with his hands clasped behind his back. At the same time, a towering force burst from him and pressed mercilessly down on Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's body stiffened, and his waist bent slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, it's not that Black Mountain refused to act. The Evil Demons are led by an unparalleled Evil Demon at the Spirit Transformation realm. Black Mountain wanted to step in, but we were powerless."
"If Black Mountain acts and provokes the Evil Demons, our million-year foundation will be destroyed. I wouldn't dare gamble Black Mountain's million-year foundation."
Fang Xiu gritted his teeth as he bore Ye Lin's pressure.
"Oh? For the sake of your million-year foundation, you'd disregard the lives of your own people? Why do we cultivators cultivate? To protect those who need protecting."
"Black Mountain is the only Spirit Transformation power within a hundred thousand li. The surrounding humans have always respected you. Yet now, when the Human Race is in danger, you're willing to watch the Evil Demons slaughter your own people just to preserve your million-year foundation."
"There isn't a single human within a hundred thousand li. Do you know how many of them died? Have you even bothered to count?"
As Ye Lin finished speaking, his pressure surged to another level, forcing Fang Xiu's waist to bend even lower.
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