Even Heavenly Daos engaged in games of contention.
"Give me another ten minutes. In ten minutes, I'll be able to awaken the world's will. When that happens, you'll be the one who dies."
"What you're doing now is nothing more than the impotent rage of the powerless."
Ye Lin pointed his index finger at the pair of eyes high above the ninth heaven and lightly wagged it. You weren't good enough.
At this moment, Ye Lin and the Heavenly Dao had completely torn off all pretenses.
"Human, you deserve death. After you die, the Human Race shall be enslaved for ten thousand years."
At that moment, an incomparably majestic voice resounded throughout the entire Central Continent, filled with the Dao's resonance and the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
It struck straight at the soul.
This was the voice of the Heavenly Dao. Hearing it, Ye Lin's face was full of disdain.
He knew the Heavenly Dao was telling the truth. If it did not die now, then for the next ten thousand years, no great powers would arise among the Human Race. For ten thousand years, the Human Race could only fall into becoming slaves of other races.
But was that possible? You were about to die anyway. Even if he failed, you still wouldn't escape death.
"You're about to be purged by the world's will, yet you still dare to threaten me?"
"I suppose you're gathering the world's power right now? But even as the Heavenly Dao, mobilizing the world's power isn't easy—especially with the Heavenly Dao of the Heavenly Demon Great World eyeing you like a tiger watching its prey."
"If you dare to go all out, be careful not to get gravely injured by the Heavenly Dao of the Heavenly Demon Great World."
Ye Lin teased.