"A month had passed—a full month of slaughter."
On the battlefield, Ye Lin had long since lost count of how many times he had swung the Emperor Sword in his hand.
By now, his entire body was exhausted beyond measure, and his Primordial Spirit was already at its limit.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Clan experts around him all watched him with wary eyes.
Yet at this moment, those Dragon Clan experts had Ye Lin surrounded at the very center, but no one dared strike first.
These Dragon Clan experts had already been slaughtered witless by Ye Lin.
Terrifying. This bastard was simply too fucking terrifying.
One man against an entire race, fighting and killing for a full month.
This battle had dealt the Dragon Clan a crippling blow. No one knew how many experts had fallen here; it was impossible to count.
And Ye Lin stood alone at the very heart of the Starry Sky, gripping the Emperor Sword in his right hand as he knelt on one knee within the Starry Sky.
His body was covered in blood, but not a single drop belonged to him. It was all the blood of those Dragon Clan experts.
Drops of blood dripped from the Emperor Sword, running down its blade.
Ye Lin simply knelt there silently in the Starry Sky.
The dragons surrounding him let out roars from time to time, yet not one dragon dared step forward.
With the strength of one man, he had suppressed an entire race.
And not just any race, but the Dragon Clan—the pinnacle among the peak races of the Star River Cosmos!!!
"Go! Get up there for me! Kill him! He's already at his limit! Go! Kill him!"
Suddenly, a roar came from the rear ranks of the Dragon Clan.
A five-clawed golden dragon hovered