By the time they had cultivated to their current realm, they had already made countless enemies. Once they fell from the rank of Golden Immortal, they would not even survive until the next day.
But if they did not kill Ye Lin, they could only yield—give Ye Lin some face and let him announce to the outside world that he had unified the Southern Demon Domain.
By doing so, the fortune of each of their factions would all be borne by Ye Lin, allowing him to soar completely.
Put another way, once they yielded, those fellows in the Eastern Demon Domain would naturally yield as well.
Killing and fighting were all for profit. Without profit, they would not make a move.
"Face? Heh, I need to give some junior face?"
"When all is said and done, he is merely a junior. I have been in the Golden Immortal realm for countless billions of years—what sights have I not seen?"
"This brat has been pressing down on us step by step. Does he truly think I have no temper? If you will not stop him, I will. As for those other bastards trying to fish in troubled waters, I will naturally teach them a lesson."
"I will let them learn what the wrath of a Golden Immortal means."
The shadow seated at the far left said furiously. Then he suddenly rose and turned to leave.
"What a fiery temper. For the sake of some so-called face, is he planning to bring out his true foundation?"
Watching him depart, the shadow in the middle spoke softly.
A true foundation was the bedrock upon which a Golden Immortal faction stood. That meant staking the fortune of the entire faction in a fight.
But was that... truly worth it?
What would killing Ye Lin