"Next one!"
To the Demon Clan cultivators, this phrase was like a demonic chant, a nightmare, filling them with fear!
A single person taking on the ten young kings of the Demon Clan, it was the height of arrogance.
However —
They couldn't say a word; Ye Fan's achievements were plain to see. If anyone was unconvinced, they were welcome to step up.
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan once again instantly killed his opponent, the momentum of the Human Race reached its peak, with many people shouting, venting their inner excitement.
"Peace is in sight!"
Elder Lin and others muttered under their breath.
It was Ye Fan, with his own strength, who won time, dignity, and hope for peace for humans.
The Demon Clan, on the other hand, fell silent. Another young king was instantly killed, leaving them with a deep sense of despair and powerlessness.
The Wheel of Destiny began to spin again, its faint light flickering, indicating it would choose Ye Fan's next opponent once more.
