Since a battle was inevitable, they might as well build up their strength and wait for those people to come knocking.
As the saying went, better a fellow cultivator die than oneself. As for those innocent Northern Continent prodigies, sorry—but if they were smart, they should immediately get the hell out of Northern Continent and head for the Demon Domain Starry Sky.
If they were not smart, then they could only pray for their own fortunes. Ye Lin and the others had done all they could.
But before that, they still had to spread the news and let those Northern Continent prodigies know in advance. At the very least, they should understand why they were dying.
"Alright."
Seeing that Ye Lin had made his decision, Long Aotian nodded heavily. It seemed Ye Lin's thoughts were the same as his own.
"Sometimes, you simply can't help yourself. That's life."
Ye Lin could not help sighing. His dream had always been to be a lone wolf. What did anything happening in the world have to do with him? He only needed to quietly handle his own affairs.
Even if the Demon Domain were destroyed, he would still have a path to take.
But sometimes, that was simply how things were. You could not help yourself.
The reason you could cultivate in peace and live well was not because you were lucky. It was because someone was shouldering everything for you, because someone was carrying the burden and marching forward in your stead.
And now, Ye Lin and the others were those people shouldering everything.
They bore the hopes of the present age as they went into battle. They absolutely could not allow these stowaways to steal the great era that belonged to them.
At the same time, a piece of news swept