The glory they bore upon their backs absolutely would not permit them to retreat even half a step.
Either way, death awaited them; there was nothing to fear at all.
Besides, to be able to fight an opponent of such strength, to die by the hands of such an opponent—that should have been their honor.
What was there to fear?
They were completely fearless.
Once they had reached a consensus, the ten foundation-level prodigies of the Vermilion Bird Clan closed their eyes and sat down where they were, beginning to rest and recuperate.
Since they were going to fight, they naturally had to show their very best.
They had to bring themselves to their peak condition to face the coming battle.
By this moment, the name Ye Lin had long since spread throughout the entire Star River Cosmos.
This name had spread not only through the Central Star Domain, but also through the First Region, Second Region, and even the Third Region.
Countless powerful figures had remembered those two words because of this: Ye Lin.
Ye Lin of the Human Race.
Many years later, those two words would thoroughly become a legend—a legend on par with the Ancient Human Emperor.
Making all races wary, making all races tremble, making all races afraid.
"Old Li, your Human Race has produced a Dragon."
Within a mysterious space, the Vermilion Bird Clan's ancestor looked at the Third Ancestor of the Human Race and teased him.
After witnessing Ye Lin's astounding combat power, all the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts could not help but marvel.
"Produced a Dragon? Not quite."
The Third Ancestor smiled modestly.
The eyes of the other Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts flickered incessantly.
Similar. Similar. Far too similar.
This Ye Lin was simply too much like that one.
If this