Hong Batian, as he was now, could not be restrained even by a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal standing before him. If he wished to leave, a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal simply could not keep him.
As for whether he could defeat one, that remained to be seen.
"What have you come all this way for?"
The old man took a sip of tea before speaking indifferently.
"Don't you find hiding here now far too stifling? I came this time to give this world a sliver of hope."
"A sliver of hope?"
Hearing Ye Lin's words, the old man nearly laughed. Give this world a sliver of hope? Where did you get such courage?
From the figure beside him, who appeared to be on the same level as himself?
Eighth-rank Loose Immortals and Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals might stand at the summit of this world, but before an entire Great World, they were still not worth mentioning.
"Fellow Daoist, to be frank, we too have been desperately seeking a way out for the Human Race. The Heavenly Demon Great World's appetite has been growing ever larger."
"The Central Continent held out for a million years, yet ultimately still failed. If you ask me, this world no longer has any hope."
"What we face is not one race, nor a single enemy, but the invasion of an entire Great World."
"Do you know what that means? The Human Race alone cannot win, and the other races cannot be united."
The old man spoke in a sorrowful tone. Even at such a critical juncture, the other races still harbored covetous thoughts. They were watching from the sidelines, with no intention of acting.
Until the flames were licking at their brows, no one wanted to invite disaster upon themselves.
"Before long, the Outer Realm