"Fellow Daoist Chi Ya, please calm your anger. We truly have no choice.
"After all, neither of those two Demon Race First Ancestors is easy to deal with. Though we have the advantage in numbers, no one is willing to submit to anyone else!"
Hearing this, Xia Yi Fairy, one of the two, did not get angry. Instead, she gently explained the current predicament.
Among the Mahayana cultivators from other realms who had come to provide aid this time, there were no Late Mahayana Stage cultivators, much less Tribulation Stage old monsters.
After all, existences of such cultivation were major figures who dominated their respective realms. Naturally, they would not leave their own realms for a crisis that had yet to truly threaten them.
Thus, among the Mahayana cultivators from other realms currently in the ancient city, most were Early Mahayana Stage cultivators, while there were fewer than twenty at the Mid Mahayana Stage.
Yet there were fewer than eighty of them in total, so they naturally could not split into twenty teams to suppress the Mahayana Demon Race cultivators, who had vaguely divided into three factions.
One had to know that they had not come here to risk their lives for the Demon Race. Rather, they were here to contribute while overseeing the Demon Race's efforts, resolving this crisis at the Demon Race's expense.
And if they could not suppress the Mahayana Demon Race cultivators, they would truly be cooperating with them and taking enormous risks!
Although every foreign Mahayana cultivator in the ancient city understood this perfectly well, they had suffered from having no one capable of commanding everyone's respect. Thus, they had continued arguing without end until now.
Of course, they had not refrained from fighting either. The desert around the ancient city had long since been