For the Ancient Wasteland, two members of the younger generation advancing into the Life Mystic Realm in succession was undoubtedly a momentous event. Moreover, the two powerhouses held grand banquets one after another, as though the whole world were celebrating.
Although they still faced the Devil Race's invasion, there was faintly a flourishing vitality in the air. Though the Devil Race had beaten them back step by step, the younger generation of the Ancient Wasteland was still growing vigorously under such circumstances. Aside from Ye Xiwen and Hai Wuya, the others could not yet shoulder the burden alone, but this was enough to show that the Ancient Wasteland's fortune had not yet run dry. The younger descendants were still rising without end, holding up the backbone of the entire Ancient Wasteland.
Thus, it quietly gave others a sense of thriving life.
Hai Wuya's banquet in particular drew attention. Unlike Ye Xiwen, who came from the now-declining Human Race, Hai Wuya hailed from the Sea Race, which was currently basking in the full blaze of the midday sun. Naturally, the attention they received was entirely different.
This banquet had become the focus of everyone's attention. It had even gathered to the point that the Devil Race's upper echelons were stirring restlessly, planning to wipe out the Ancient Wasteland's high-ranking figures in one net.
It was only because the Abyssal Demon Lord was in seclusion, while the others lacked the ability to break into the Sea Race's stronghold. If they attacked by force, they would likely only increase their casualties. Though the Devil Race's upper ranks were ruthless and did not care about the deaths of low-ranking devils, they had no desire to do such pointless work.
Yet just as everyone's attention was fixed on Hai Wuya and the Sea Race, Ye