As Chai Jiu's words fell, the entire scene sank into an eerie silence.
Because it was the truth. For countless millennia, the Cangyu Sect had only possessed the Cang Vein and the Cosmic Vein. It was perfectly normal for disciples within the Cosmic Vein to look down on demonfolk... It was cruel, but that was reality.
Ying Sanmeng was indeed the master of the Cosmic Vein. He could influence some people, but it was impossible for him to influence every single person in the Cosmic Vein.
At that moment, Ying Sanmeng's voice turned crazed. "Chai Jiu, don't spread alarmist nonsense. Under the current circumstances, everyone in the Cosmic Vein will surely appreciate this. We will definitely fight to the death side by side with the demonfolk..."
Naturally, he still had to refute him and rally the fighting resolve of his Cosmic Vein people.
But Chai Jiu gave a heh-heh laugh, and Chai Ren followed with a continuous low chuckle. Everyone from the Cang Vein laughed.
As if they were mocking Ying Sanmeng's naivety.
In truth, whether it was Chai Jiu or the Cang Vein, they naturally knew that the Cosmic Vein would join forces with the demonfolk under these circumstances. But he deliberately said it anyway, planting emotions of mutual wariness into the demonfolk and the Cosmic Vein.
The demonfolk's resentment toward the human race would rise because of his words...
Meanwhile, the people of the Cosmic Vein would question their own hearts—could they accept the existence of demonfolk and the Demon Vein? Those in the Cosmic Vein who had originally refused to accept demonfolk and looked down upon them would become lost and unsettled, their Dao hearts destabilized.
That way, whether demon or Cosmic Vein, their combat strength would plummet in a straight line.
With this move, Chai Jiu