Ye Lin kept moving forward as time flowed on, yet after walking for more than a hundred breaths, not a single powerful Demon Race cultivator came to stop him.
Along the way, no one knew how many Demon Race worlds had been destroyed beneath his sword.
He had even destroyed several starfields himself.
Throughout it all, there had not been the slightest movement within Demon Race territory, leaving Ye Lin deeply puzzled.
What was wrong with the Demon Race?
Were they completely turtling up and refusing to come out?
If they kept refusing to show themselves, there was nothing he could do.
So this was the so-called peak race. It was nothing much. From here on, he would not challenge them one by one anymore.
"Ye Lin, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
As Ye Lin walked on, he saw a figure standing in the distance.
It was a black tortoise as vast as a star.
"I am one of the Demon Race's foundational prodigies, Wang Sheng. Today, I challenge you here."
Wang Sheng looked at Ye Lin and spoke word by word, his voice brimming with boundless fighting intent.
He had waited here for Ye Lin for so long solely to fight him in an open and honorable battle.
"Where are the others?"
Upon seeing Wang Sheng, Ye Lin did not attack at once. Instead, he asked where the others were.
"They all ran away."
Wang Sheng answered without the slightest hesitation.
They had long since made their preparations, but who would have expected that after Ye Lin slew the Fox Race's three elders, those fellows would resolutely abandon the entire Demon Race and choose to flee.
"Then why didn't you run?"
"I was born in the Demon Race. The Demon Race is my home,