Dark Mountain
Editor: Henyee Translations
More than ten tenth-tier Master-level Dark Race members all stared at Ye Li.
"Human, from what you're saying, you're going to stand up for Mystic Pavilion?"
Ye Li smiled faintly. There was no change in his handsome face. He slowly said,
"I told you just now that I'll give you a second to disappear, but it seems like you don't want to disappear now."
As soon as these words were spoken, the dozen or so Dark Race members were all infuriated.
"Human, I think you're courting death!" a tenth-tier Master-level Dark Race member roared.
Unfortunately, as soon as this tenth-tier Master-level Dark Race member finished speaking, he melted into nothingness. He could no longer leave any traces of this wonderful world.
"How is this possible!"
The ten or so tenth-tier Master-level Dark Race members were all greatly shocked. No matter what, they couldn't believe this was real.