Saint Kuzhu sighed. "It looks like the Glazed Sword Sect and the Ye Family are truly at each other's throats!"
To Saint Kuzhu, Fang Chen's willingness to enter Ye Family Territory and seize its treasures, even after a Quasi-Emperor had emerged from the family, made one thing clear: he had no regard for the Ye Family.
Saint Ziwei nodded slightly. "The grudges between the Glazed Sword Sect, the Ye Family, and the Buddhist Land can no longer be resolved. The Glazed Sword Sect is strong, but if the Ye Family and the Buddhist Land join forces, it will still be in grave danger!"
By the end, Saint Ziwei's face was full of worry.
"Ah!"
Saint Kuzhu sighed softly. "These three are now among the Human Race's greatest powers. If they truly go to war, the consequences for our people will be severe!"
"Indeed!"
Saint Ziwei nodded. Spiritual Qi had revived, but powerful Spatial Storms still shrouded the Sacred Land. Even the mighty Devil Race could no longer reach it. Saint Ziwei knew how strong the devils were. They had planned to establish themselves in the Sacred Land and eventually take complete control of it, but heaven's plans outstripped man's. A Super Spatial Storm had erupted without warning. Under its force, the camps the devils had painstakingly built in the Sacred Land must all have been destroyed.
The Devil Race had suffered the greatest losses in that Super Spatial Storm, but Saint Ziwei knew a camel starved to death was still bigger than a horse. The devils remained far stronger than the Human Race. For one thing, they had already united and could deploy all their resources together. The Human Race could not compare; its people were still tearing themselves apart.
If the Devil Race attacked now, the Human Race, scattered