At worst, when the time came, he would use some of his trump cards and drag all those so-called top powers of the Demon Domain down with him. After all, there were still people who owed him favors.
Ye Lin had never used that favor. Unless he had no other choice, he would absolutely not use it.
Unless they truly drove Ye Lin to desperation.
In response to Ye Lin's reassurance, Poison Venerable merely sighed. He had thought they were all Rogue Cultivators, but he had never expected that, in the end, only one clown would remain.
Just one lonely wanderer with no background.
Once Ye Lin sent out the message, everyone gathered in the sky, pair after pair of eyes turning toward him.
"Everyone, the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield can no longer hold. Next, we, along with the prodigies of the other three continents, will retreat to Central Continent and devote all our strength to protecting those five fellow cultivators as they safely step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, easing the pressure on the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield."
"The importance of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield goes without saying, so we must hold it."
In the face of Ye Lin's words, no one present spoke. Only their unwavering gazes represented their resolve at that moment.
They all knew what the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield meant. Once it collapsed, everything would be over.
They would all die.
The so-called resistance, the so-called protection of the present world, would all end in failure.
"Let's go. Back to Central Continent."
After a moment of silence, Ye Lin led everyone away from Northern Continent, crossing the Endless Sea toward Central Continent.
At this moment, Northern Continent had been completely abandoned. If they won the war in Central