A slender figure blocked the way, speaking softly.
Upon hearing this, the towering figure finally calmed down, scratching his head, eyes filled with killing intent as he glared fiercely at the Human Race.
Lin An had already sensed the hidden killing intent; he nonchalantly waved the jade fan in his hand. This killing intent was not singular.
The Human Race used three thousand years to reach heights that took other races countless millennia. During this time, they provoked and offended too many races.
Many races wished to tear the Human Race apart but couldn't, because the Human Race had long become powerful. Despite their dissatisfaction, they had to endure.
However, all of this was only temporary because once Lin An entered that desolate, blood-red world, everything would descend into the most savage slaughter.
By then, everything would rely on oneself.
"Human Race, why haven't we seen the invincible?"
