Ye Lin's purpose in doing this was to see just how formidable the prodigies of those so-called transcendent forces truly were. It was also an opportunity to understand the foundations of those transcendent forces.
"Everything has been settled. Do any of you still have any major matters to raise?"
Ye Lin slowly spoke as he rubbed his palm.
Under the influence of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, his mindset had changed as well. He had become more decisive, more ruthless, more bloodthirsty.
He knew clearly what changes had taken place within himself, yet he had made no effort to alter them. Such a mindset benefited him—why should he change?
In this world, only the cold-blooded could live long. Could sanctimonious fools become great powers? What a joke. Not unless someone stood behind them.
"Very well. I shall convey the Alliance Leader's intentions at once. But Alliance Leader, what if the lackeys of those transcendent forces reach their hands into our races?"
Below, a great power seated at the very back slowly rose, bowed to Ye Lin, and asked.
He was a great power from a small race. Within the Dawn Alliance, he held no authority at all, merely an ordinary member.
The big shots at the front were not afraid of such matters, but their small races were. If those lackeys turned their sights on them, it would be a catastrophe of heaven-shaking proportions.
After all, even Spirit Transformation True Persons had been unable to resist the temptation and joined those transcendent forces. If things continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before Dao Integration True Lords followed.
Lackeys existed at every moment and in every place. There was nothing to be done about it.
"It's simple. Kill. Kill until they fear us. Right now, they have