Upon the desolate mountain peak, Lin Chen gazed at the faint outline of the town at the far end of Heaven and Earth. Behind him stood a dozen people, all of whom were leaders from the Haoran Sect and Four Sects and One Castle.
Although Lin Chen was the team leader with full decision-making authority over the entire team, he did not want to run a dictatorship and preferred to discuss things collectively.
Personally, Lin Chen did not harbor deep feelings for the Immortal Realm. Although he was somewhat saddened by its defeat, it was only just that—somewhat.
With his current strength, even if the Demon World ruled the Immortal Realm, he could still live well.
That is why, for Lin Chen, now situated in the Demon World, it was fine to fight or not fight!
Ten days had passed since he left that burned battlefield, and by now he had traveled unknowable ten thousands of miles, deeply entering the Demon World.
