Although Ye Lin had defeated Yan Batian, so what? Could the person before him really dare to kill him?
The moment he was killed, not only would the Human Race of the Central Domain die, but the Human Race throughout the Star River Cosmos would also suffer slaughter at the hands of the undead race.
Suddenly, waves of footsteps sounded outside. On the ground and in the sky, True Immortal powerhouses of those races surrounded Ye Lin one after another, sealing him in at the very center.
In an instant, the entire Holy Mountain was filled with True Immortal powerhouses of the myriad races, with countless among them worthy of being called prodigies.
These were all forces the various races had stationed in the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance. After all, the interests within the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance were enormous, so naturally they would send True Immortal powerhouses to take up residence there.
Their own prodigies also needed a few people to run errands for them. It was impossible to have their prodigies handle everything personally, after all.
For a time, their auras shot straight into the clouds.
At a glance, there were at least ten thousand True Immortal powerhouses present, not to mention the Heavenly Immortal cultivators.
As for Earthly Immortals, they did not even dare draw near. This aura alone was enough to make an Earthly Immortal's soul scatter and spirit disperse.
"Blood Baleful, spare others when you can. Your strength has now earned everyone's recognition. The Human Race is qualified to gain a foothold in the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance, and Human Race prodigies are qualified to enter the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance."
"That is enough."
"Exactly, Blood Baleful, stop now. Do you think defeating one Yan Batian means you can settle accounts with all of us?