Thirty thousand li south of the Human Race's base.
Though still far from humans, the Yaksha tribe was ready for battle.
Especially the Yaksha's upper gods, who had left the main force and proceeded ahead towards the humans.
Only the Yaksha King remained within the tribe, commanding his people.
This was their tradition; in matters of war, the strong went first.
In their hearts, war was a rare and precious thing, and the weak were not qualified to enter the battlefield.
Often, after a great victory, the ordinary Yaksha tribesmen would still be milling about in the rear, having not even seen the enemy's face.
While this reduced the death rate of the weak, it was also detrimental to their growth.
After all, they were a race of warriors, and only endless combat could make them stronger.
At this moment.
The thirty upper gods of the Yaksha tribe, leading the way, departed from the main group and headed for the human race.
They, the strong, would be the first to taste the spoils of this grand war.
Along the way, they encountered no obstruction. Many races dared not even glance their way.
At present, Blue Star had not yet fully transformed, only undergoing deep metamorphosis, so its capacity limit was the upper god.
A gathering of thirty upper gods together represented a top-tier force on Blue Star.
Anyone who saw them would be too terrified to stand in their path, wishing they could burrow into the earth.
However, they were overthinking things. The Yaksha tribe was not a bloodthirsty race; they only enjoyed fighting the strong, the weak were not worthy.
Along their route, no other race was worthy of their attention.
Even some of the alien races, stronger than the Yaksha, tactfully avoided their gaze, not wishing to attract the Yaksha's attention at this time.
They planned to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, to be the fishermen in the contest between the snipe and the clam.
Finally.
One hundred thousand li from the human race.
This was a vast desert, stretching for a hundred thousand li. As far as the eye could see, it was all sand.
Occasionally, strong winds swept through, carrying tons of sand that obscured the sky, only to form sand mountains once they fell.
The environment was extremely harsh, land that had emerged during Blue Star's great upheaval.
In the center of the desert.
The thirty upper god Yaksha halted. They were ten thousand li from the human race, which was now within their attack range, so they waited.
To them, only the human with fifty million avatars was their opponent; the rest of the humans would be dealt with by the ordinary Yaksha.
The strong against the strong, the weak against the weak; this was the philosophy of their tribe.
The thirty upper gods stood in a line.
Suddenly, specks of light appeared in the distance.
The leading Yaksha, Ye Dao, exclaimed excitedly, "They're here!"
The other Yaksha also rejoiced, "Hope they have some substance, something to whet our appetites."
"If thirty of us upper gods go up against him, isn't that bullying him?" one Yaksha said.
Ye Dao heard this and chuckled, "You speak wisely. Therefore, I will go first, and you shall stand by and prevent him from escaping!"
As his words fell, the other Yaksha showed discontent.
They were a warrior race; they felt uncomfortable without a fight for a single day. Fighting among themselves was too restrictive. Having finally heard of a strong individual emerging, they naturally wanted to be the first to taste the spoils.
"No, you are the highest-ranking among us, you should be the finale. Let me do it, I have the lowest rank!" Ye Ming said.
"Though your rank is low, your strength is not weak. Among everyone here, I am the weakest. Shouldn't you all give way to me?" said a Yaksha who had only recently broken through to become an upper god.
Ye Dao reprimanded, "All of you, be quiet! That guy has fifty million avatars. We'll discuss it then!"
The Yaksha fell silent, but their eyes were focused, awaiting Lin Yu's arrival, eager to be the first to charge into battle.
They all shared the same thought, even Ye Dao.
Finally.
Lin Yu's avatar arrived.
Lin Yu's consciousness attached itself to one avatar. He looked at the thirty upper god Yaksha blocking his path.
His first impression.
So ugly!
Indeed, Yaksha were humanoid. If they wore full armor, one could not distinguish them from humans.
But looking directly at the faces of the Yaksha, Lin Yu felt as if he had been hit by a magic spell.
He saw bone spurs growing from their faces, bone spurs on their shoulders, and bone blades on their arms.
They truly had a terrifying appearance.
"You are Yaksha?" Lin Yu shouted loudly.
Ye Dao stepped forward, hearing this, "I am Ye Dao of the Yaksha tribe. I have heard that the human Lin Yu is incredibly strong, and I have come today to spar!"
Lin Yu was speechless upon hearing this.
"I heard you are leading an army. Since you are here to spar, why bring an army? Are you planning to destroy my human race?"
There were too many Yaksha. If Lin Yu were not present, the human race would absolutely be unable to resist the Yaksha.
Strictly speaking, besides him, the human race truly had no one else capable of fighting.
Although the Sword God had ascended, he was ultimately only a Human Immortal, equivalent to a lower god.
While he was confident in the human race's infinite potential, they still needed time to develop.
Ye Dao heard this and laughed heartily, "My Yaksha tribe is fanatically fond of battle. Since your human race has a strong individual, naturally, you are a target for our Yaksha conquest. What if we destroy your human race? I only hope you are strong enough to amuse my tribe!"
To amuse the Yaksha tribe with powerful combat prowess?
What a strange race.
However, a combat-obsessed race pursuing strength seemed like a path to the Great Dao.
Yet, too much rigidity leads to breakage; offending the strong could easily lead to annihilation.
During their standoff, hundreds of worlds were secretly watching this scene.
As Blue Star's transformation deepened, more and more powerful worlds arrived on Blue Star.
For instance, worlds stronger than the Abyss were also hidden in the shadows.
However, due to rules, they could not enter for the time being, only waiting for Blue Star's transformation to complete before entering Blue Star to seize the treasures of creation.
The Yaksha tribe was different; they came seeking strong opponents for battle.
After arriving on Blue Star, they found no interest in fighting those weaker than them, and those on par with them were too lazy to fight these war-crazed individuals.
After all, winning brought little benefit.
And those worlds stronger than them had hidden themselves, unwilling to reveal themselves.
They had greater plans.
This led to the Yaksha tribe having been on Blue Star for so long without finding a single race worthy of their challenge.
Now, the human race had appeared in their sights, and they were excited, wanting to fight.
Furthermore, the human race was a native species, with no escape and no place to hide, they could only fight, which was exactly what the Yaksha tribe wanted.
They had also troubled some strong races before, but those races would retreat into their own worlds, leaving them helpless.
If you can't win, you can still hide.
But the human race had nowhere to go and could only fight, making them the perfect combatants.
"Enough talk. Today, let me fight to my heart's content!" Ye Dao shouted loudly.