Beneath the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance, countless geniuses looked up, only to see the sea of clouds stretching ten thousand miles across the sky churning without end. Terrifying auras continuously spread outward, utterly scattering the clouds.
Among them were countless cracks in the void.
"What terrifying fluctuations of aura. What level of battle is taking place up there? My True Immortal cultivation feels like nothing more than decoration before them."
"I feel the same. It's like I cultivated this True Immortal realm into a dog's body."
"That Human Race Blood Baleful has actually held on under Yan Batian for so long. As expected, he isn't being reckless—he has absolute confidence in his own strength."
"Blood Baleful... Blood Baleful. The Ten Thousand Cities Alliance may be about to change."
"Damn it, Yan Batian isn't going to lose, is he?"
"How could that be possible? Yan Batian is an absolutely invincible powerhouse, the undefeated legend who suppresses the entire Ten Thousand Cities Alliance. How could he lose? What nonsense are you talking about? Have you cultivated yourself stupid?"
As they sensed the fluctuations of aura above, the geniuses of the various races began discussing among themselves.
Some looked exhilarated, while others wore worried expressions.
Chen Changfeng, meanwhile, stood where he was with a face full of concern. Of everyone present, he was the one who most wanted Ye Lin to win.
After all, their future—and the future of the forces behind them—were all in Ye Lin's hands.
The fox race was no insignificant race. It was even a race with enough influence to have a say within the Demon Domain.
Having staked everything on a single throw, he did not want Ye Lin to fall here now.
"So strong. Has Yan Batian's Three Forms of Divine Punishment finally met its match? You've