Mo Lin still trusted his instincts. Based on his experience fleeing all this way, Goldenflame City was very likely to become Xue Ze's next target.
As for whether Xue Ze needed rest, Mo Lin felt there was absolutely no need for it.
Xue Ze had already cultivated an evil art. By devouring demons, he could continuously grow stronger. Before the Demon Race's stronger experts could react, he would surely become powerful enough!
He estimated that Xue Ze's current cultivation and combat strength had probably already reached the Late World Lord Realm.
With such cultivation, he was unquestionably a top-tier powerhouse among the Demon Race.
"Run! We have to run! This place is not somewhere we can stay for long!"
"For the sake of my own life, the farther I run, the better!" Mo Lin quickly made his decision.
This was not his home anyway. His Inkshadow Black Panther Clan was already finished. As for those scattered remaining clansmen—whether they were living in dire straits, whether they were being hunted by the Human Race—he no longer cared.
Children and grandchildren would have their own fortunes.
If he had no children or grandchildren, then he simply would not be clan chief anymore.
Besides, his race had only reached its third generation under him. It was not carrying the hopes of countless generations of ancestors. If it perished, then so be it.
Being the chief of a small clan was too damn miserable. When faced with a powerful enemy, all he could do was run.
He felt that he should find a powerful backer. He began calculating which powerful race among his blood relatives he could seek refuge with.
As he ransacked his memories, he really did find a powerful racial backer—and it was even a first-rate race.
The thought made his heart