In the future Eastern Continent, those great terrors would soon awaken. Once they did, they would certainly throw the current balance into chaos.
When that time came, neither the Asura Clan nor the Human Race would be able to swallow the entire Eastern Continent. The more territory they occupied now, the greater the pressure they would have to bear in the future.
Though some of those reclusive great terrors might include forces of the Human Race, the aims of those human forces would not necessarily be so simple.
None of this was certain.
"Forget it. I have no such intention."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin refused Xilia without hesitation. He planned to alter his strategic direction once he returned. After completely conquering the Shadow Clan, he would stop expanding outward.
Guarding his own little patch of land and developing in peace, strengthening his own forces—that was what mattered most.
In the end, everything Ye Lin did put himself first. He would treat himself well before leading the Human Race.
In this world, whether it was forces or resources, it all came down to a world where personal strength ruled.
As long as one's own strength was sufficient, what did any force matter? What did any colossal power matter? It was all a matter of one punch.
Those Nine Tribulation Loose Immortals were formidable? If a true Immortal descended, the entire world's balance would have to follow the Immortal's lead.
"Why? If my Asura Clan can no longer hold on, don't think your Human Race will fare well either."
Hearing Ye Lin's refusal, Xilia simply could not understand why. Was the Jade Emperor's name not imposing enough?
Once the Asura Clan could no longer withstand the Demon Race's pressure, the Human Race would be next. Would Ye Lin have