At this moment, the many saints of the Human Race also saw the expressions on those demon saints' faces and heard their words.
"Haha, as expected, the one who stole the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman got away."
A Middle Ancient Saint burst into laughter.
"It is more than simply getting away. It seems that Jerome, the Ancient Demon Saint who went after him, also died at that person's hands. That is why these demon saints are so furious."
Listening Rain Saint stroked his chin.
"No way. He could even kill an Ancient Demon Saint? What kind of joke is that? Are Ancient Demon Saints so easy to kill? Just what is that kid's background? Isn't he merely an Immortal Saint?"
"Who knows? This universe has no shortage of secret arts, no shortage of methods capable of killing an Ancient Demon Saint. It only depends on whether one can afford the price. Besides, if he dared do such a thing, how could he lack means?"
"Indeed. On the surface, he appears to be alone, but who knows what great figure is backing him from behind?"
"In any case, this has nothing to do with us. The more demon saints that die, the better. Now that another Ancient Demon Saint has died, it seems Haims City can no longer contend with our Thunder City."
"We should press while we have the advantage and kill a few more demon saints. Then Haims City will pose no threat at all."
The many Middle Ancient Saints laughed heartily, brimming with delight.
Surges of intense killing intent radiated from them. They wanted to press their advantage and expand their gains.
But at that moment, a voice entered the depths of every Human Race Middle Ancient Saint's sea of consciousness, like the voice of the Great Dao