You have a good chance, I accept it.

Under the Wancheng Alliance, countless Tianjiao looked up and saw that the sea of ​​clouds in the sky was not rolling, but terrifying auras were constantly spreading, completely breaking up the sea of ​​clouds.

Among them, there were countless void cracks.

"Such a strong aura fluctuation, what level of battle is happening above? I found that my True Immortal cultivation is like a decoration in front of them."

"I also feel that my True Immortal cultivation seems to be cultivated to a dog."

"That human race blood evil can actually hold on for so long under Yan Batian. Sure enough, he is not reckless, but has absolute confidence in his own strength."

"Blood evil...blood evil, this Wancheng Alliance may be changing."

"Damn, Yan Batian is not going to lose, right?"

"How is it possible? Yan Batian is an absolutely invincible strong man who suppresses the entire Wancheng Alliance. How could he lose? What are you talking about? Have you become stupid from cultivation?"

The Tianjiao of various races felt the aura fluctuations above and discussed with each other one by one.

Some of the Tianjiao looked excited, while others looked worried.

Chen Changfeng stood there with a worried look on his face. He was the one who hoped Ye Lin would win the most.

After all, their future and the future of the forces behind them were in Ye Lin's hands.

The Fox Clan was not a small race, but a race that could have a say in the Demon Realm.

He was alone and didn't want Ye Lin to die here now.

"So strong, Yan Batian's three divine punishments, have you finally met an opponent? I told you to be so high up at ordinary times, but if you lose to this bloody evil this time, then our plan will have to change."

Mingxin, who was standing on the auction platform, murmured with a slight smile on his face.

"Brother, hurry up, go save the bloody evil, he is the lifesaver of my sister and me, if he dies, I will never let you go."

On the side, Ye Huang looked at the calm young man beside him and pushed him hard.

"How can you talk to your brother like that? You are so disrespectful."

The young man looked at Ye Huang lovingly, and then stretched out his hand to rub Ye Huang's head.

It seemed that in front of him, the third prince of the Shang Dynasty was just like a child.

"Don't worry, your savior won't die so easily."

"Not only will he not die, it's possible that he will even create a miracle. Yan Batian, Yan Batian, let me see if you have made any progress in these thousand years."

The young man rubbed Ye Huang's head and murmured with a smile.

When Ye Huang heard the young man's words, he stopped his hand and looked up at the sky with a pair of curious eyes.

For his brother, he was a hundred percent convinced. Since his brother said that Ye Lin might create a miracle, maybe Ye Lin could really create a miracle.

This miracle is to pull Yan Batian down from the altar.

Pull down the high and mighty Yan Batian.

After all, his brother is the person he admires the most. Even Yan Batian has to bow his head in front of his brother.

At the same time, in the sky, Ye Lin closed his eyes and felt the changes in the surrounding space.

In his perception, an extremely terrifying attack was brewing.

This is not an illusion, but more like a formation built in an instant.

He has always been in the formation.

He was really confused before. When he thought of being seriously injured in an instant, he couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand for his stupidity.