The Devil Race was born with powerful physiques. Every Devil Race being was a natural body cultivator, their bodies innately comparable to vicious beasts—let alone with the boost of cultivation.
Every Devil Race child would be thrown alone into wildernesses filled with vicious beasts. Those who survived in the end were the strongest.
Though this was cruel, it also made the Devil Race as a whole immensely powerful. Moreover, the Devil Race reproduced at an extraordinary rate, which only caused them to grow stronger and stronger.
Accordingly, every member of the Devil Race was arrogant, conceited, and utterly unrestrained, never placing anyone in their eyes.
This was the temperament they had developed from birth.
"Demonification of the Nine Heavens."
Just then, an angry roar came from behind Ye Lin. Towering devilish qi surged toward the nine heavens, and Mo Xin's figure stood within it.
He stood atop a devil dragon, his eyes looking down coldly upon Ye Lin. His right hand clenched, and he immediately threw a punch at what he believed to be a weak point in Ye Lin's defenses.
Roar...
The devil dragon behind him released a long, resonant howl, then swayed its massive body as it charged forward.
Yet Ye Lin merely stood quietly where he was, not even turning his head.
"You made such a racket when attacking. Are you really that afraid I wouldn't notice you?"
Ye Lin stood in place with the corners of his lips curling upward, then lightly waved his hand.
In the next moment, one phantom great sun after another descended around him, suppressing the devil dragon.
Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang out across heaven and earth. The devil dragon's enormous body instantly dispersed, forcibly smashed into nothingness by the phantom great suns.
But as the phantom great suns were exhausted,