Time had passed the hour of Shen, and Jiang Lin and the others had already left the Council Hall.
However, the expressions on Jiang Lin and the others' faces were rather grim.
"Ten Thousand Mile City probably won't hold."
Those words still echoed in Jiang Lin and the others' minds.
In truth, Jiang Lin had expected this outcome long ago.
Although quite a few cultivators had come from the Vast and Righteous World, they were still far from enough. Most cultivators remained in their own sects.
That was only reasonable.
After all, the Nine Continents of the Vast and Righteous World each needed every sect to maintain normal operations. They also needed powerful experts stationed there. Otherwise, who would dare abandon their entire sect? Were they supposed to stop caring about their homes?
Quite a few Wild Mountain Cultivators had been waiting for this opportunity. They had been waiting for some sects to be nearly emptied, so they could go in and loot them.
Moreover, nearly every sect in the Vast and Righteous World had one or two enemies. Thus, no one truly dared to throw their entire sect into the battlefield at Ten Thousand Mile City.
But the Demon Race World was different.
The Demon Race World had practically poured out its entire strength this time. It was the kind of battle where failure meant death.
Furthermore, after several hundred years of preparation, most of the cultivators with rebellious bones in the backs of their heads—those who liked stirring up trouble—had already been eliminated.
This was all so that when the Demon Race World attacked, they could fight without distractions.
That was not to say the Demon Race World had no cultivators left. There were still plenty.
But those capable of causing trouble practically no longer existed.
And even