Watching Ye Lin leave without a trace of mercy, the hope that had just flared to life in these people vanished once more.
Now that even their own kind would not save them, who else could they hope would? At this moment, they had completely resigned themselves to fate, standing there waiting to die.
"Oh? Human Race? What is someone from the Human Race doing in the Black Sea? Humans are rare guests indeed."
Just then, two figures caught Ye Lin's attention. Their gazes fell upon him, their words brimming with mockery.
Ye Lin raised his eyes and saw two figures with horns growing from their heads staring at him, their faces full of ridicule.
Clearly, they were two members of the Demon Race.
Ye Lin ignored them and headed toward the auction house from his memories.
Killing was forbidden within the Black Sea. Every creature in the Black Sea was a fugitive who had committed grave crimes in the outside world; if any one of them casually stepped outside, some race or another would issue a kill order for them.
Unable to survive in the Eastern Continent, they had come to the Black Sea seeking shelter. After all, the Black Sea was special—so powerful that no race was willing to trouble it.
Moreover, the Black Sea did not care about one's identity, only whether one had resources. As long as one had resources, anything went; one could live in the Black Sea for as long as one pleased.
Thus, ninety percent of the creatures in the Black Sea were absolute fugitives in the outside world.
"How boring. The Human Race is still as cowardly and pathetic as ever."
Seeing Ye Lin turn and leave without paying them the slightest attention, the two spoke.
They could only throw out a