"Are you telling the truth?"
Hearing that Ye Lin could restore his vitality, Elder Wang's eyes lit up. Restore his vitality—wouldn't that mean healing the hidden injuries within his body?
Hidden injuries riddled his body, leaving him unable to act freely. No matter how much the people below caused trouble, no matter how outrageous they became, he had never made a move, offering only verbal warnings.
Because he had to conserve his strength. As long as he lived, as long as he remained alive for one more day, the Demon Race would remain wary for one more day.
The moment he showed signs of decline, the Demon Race would surely swarm him like a pack.
And so, as time passed, those below grew increasingly excessive, increasingly unwilling to treat him, the Martial King, with any respect.
"I do not lie. But the you standing before me now disappoints me greatly."
"The Human Race's current situation is a dead end beyond salvation. But I have come."
"Do you understand what that means?"
"Now tell me—do you still have courage? Do you still have drive? Do you still have hot blood in your veins?"
Ye Lin turned and looked Elder Wang in the eyes, speaking each word clearly. If he could not stir the old man's fighting spirit, then he would find a spokesperson to overthrow him.
He would bathe the entire Human Race in blood and rebuild the order from the ground up.
But that would take far too much time, and he did not have that much time to squander.
"Yes. If my hidden injuries can be healed, if I can return to my peak, then I am confident I can make the Human Race rise."
An incomparably fervent light shone in Elder Wang's eyes. In his youth, he had