At these words, the old man standing at the very center of the Human Race camp looked toward the Stellar Warboat with hope in his eyes. At this moment, how dearly he wished the Human Race had allies—had a mighty expert to stand behind them.
The Human Race had reached a life-and-death crisis, its most perilous hour. One misstep, and their entire race would be exterminated.
But upon seeing the scene aboard the Stellar Warboat, the old man's gaze dimmed.
The last trace of hope had been extinguished.
He knew this man—the Hall Master of Heavenly Heart Hall, a Earth Immortal. At a time like this, one Earth Immortal could not change anything.
It would only mean one more death.
"This warboat is quite nice. I'll gladly accept it."
The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier continued, then turned his palm into a claw and reached for the Stellar Warboat.
Yet in the next instant, Ye Lin merely lifted his eyelids and glanced at the man before speaking.
"I'm the only one who takes things from others. No one takes things from me."
As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, a pressure so immense it nearly suffocated everyone bore down across the entire Human Race Ancestral Land. The next moment, regardless of race, creature, or cultivation level, they all dropped to the ground like dumplings thrown into a pot.
Those figures who had stood so high and mighty moments ago were now kneeling on the ground in utter disarray. Across the mountains and plains, living beings of other races were all on their knees.
Even the lofty Heavenly Immortals were forced to kneel upon the ground, unable to move.
For a time, the entire world fell silent.
The various powerful figures kneeling below all stared at Ye Lin in horror.