"You didn't know, did you? Ye Lin has the backing of at least three Golden Immortal factions. What can the Buddhist Sect do if it refuses to yield? Could they really go head-to-head with Ye Lin?"
"If they win, they gain nothing from the Buddhist Sect. If they lose, the Buddhist Sect's inheritance of hundreds of millions of years will be destroyed in a single day. Anyone with eyes can see that—only a bunch of fools like you can't."
Waves of mutual curses rang throughout the Starry Sky. Each side had its own reasoning, and neither was willing to give an inch.
Elsewhere, the army found a random place in the Starry Sky and began to encamp. It was no exaggeration to say that Ye Lin could now strut sideways across the entire Western Demon Domain, so it made no difference where he went.
Inside the ship's cabin, everyone sat together to discuss their next move.
"Where do we go next?"
Seated at the head of the table, Ye Lin spoke softly. If he wanted to gather the fate of the entire Demon Domain and make his voice the only one heard throughout it, then there was only one path: fight. Fight them one by one.
"I suggest the Southern Demon Domain. It is filled with Stowaways, and they still have not achieved true unity. If we strike them, we can catch them completely off guard."
"Perhaps they will not even be qualified to exchange blows with us. Those Golden Immortal factions may personally step in to negotiate peace with us."
A Qilin Clan general analyzed the situation.
They were not fighting alone. Ever since Li Changsheng had been killed, the Qilin Clan behind Ye Lin had begun throwing its weight around, formulating a series of strategies for him.
Now,