They would attack in turns. After one wave finished, Lin Ping and the others would gather the next wave of attacks, and during that interval, they would have to withstand the Heavenly Dao's counterattack.
Once they had weathered it, Lin Ping and the others would continue, wave after wave. When the Heavenly Dao could no longer endure in the end, they would win.
Every time the Heavenly Dao acted, it had to draw upon the power of the entire world. This world was already nearly spent, so every move by the Heavenly Dao came at an enormous cost.
"Those of you who think you're strong enough, come to my side. Remember, this is no child's game. You'll be facing the Heavenly Dao's counterattack with me. You all know in your hearts just how terrifying that counterattack will be, don't you?"
"So make your own choice."
Ye Lin drew Evil Slayer and held it in his hand, his expression calm as he looked over the figures around him and spoke lightly. They would be the ones receiving the Heavenly Dao's counterattack. If their combat strength was lacking, the first wave of its retaliation might be enough to kill them.
Hearing Ye Lin's words, the figures around him sensed the gravity of the matter as well. One after another, people made their way behind Ye Lin. This was no child's game.
If you were a prodigy of the fourth tier—and one scraping the bottom at that—you could come too, but you would be the one to die. Don't blame anyone for failing to warn you.
Thus, everyone was quite self-aware. As for Ye Lin's strength, no one doubted it. If Ye Lin were not strong enough, wouldn't he be courting death? As before, no one was willing to make a joke of