The Great Wilderness had always observed an unspoken understanding, or rather, a bottom line. No matter which faction or race it was, none would cross that line.
If major powers could slaughter the weak without restraint, and great races could wipe out lesser races without scruple, the Great Wilderness would never have attained its present prosperity.
Regarding this matter, everyone was actually watching one another. Whoever crossed the line would inevitably become the target of public condemnation.
The Demon Country had once existed because it possessed top-tier experts, but that was no longer the case. In the current Demon Country, let alone Titled Dao Lords, even whether there were any Dao Lords within was something the Demon Country itself did not know.
There might indeed be some reclusive old monsters cultivating in seclusion, but no one had seen them now, and no one knew.
Thus, when the Demon Country descended into internal chaos and its demons beat one another until their brains splattered like dog brains, other factions merely watched tigers fight from the mountain. They had no intention of intervening, no intention of mediating, and likewise no faction wished to take the chance to stir up trouble in the Demon Country.
Once racial conflict was involved, one careless move could be like poking a hornet's nest and bring about even greater trouble.
The demons of the Demon Country understood this as well. When they caused trouble among themselves, they would not drag in the surrounding human factions. That way, they could fight internally without concern.
But now, the demons were beginning to panic.
Cloud Emperor of Great Yan had arrived in person through an incarnation. The three giants of the Li Clan in the South Barbarian Land were here as well, along with an unknown expert from the north.