At this moment, whether they were Demon Vein powerhouses or Cosmic Vein powerhouses, all of them looked toward Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing stood at the very center of the crowd...
He was clad head to toe in black battle armor, imposing and majestic, like a divine general.
Facing the exhausted crowd, Sikong Jing looked at Ying Sanmeng and asked bluntly, "Vein Master Ying, what are you most worried about right now?"
"Gulp..."
Ying Sanmeng swallowed hard and replied in a low voice, "Of course, it's those neutral elders and guest elders of the Cangyu Sect. If they join the Cang Vein and come in to kill us, then I'm afraid there really will be no way to fight."
They were evenly matched for now, but that balance could easily be shattered by the Cang Vein...
Ying Sanbo immediately added, "And if we push the Cang Vein too far, they might seek aid from other sects."
Outside the absolute formation, the Cang Vein controlled the entire Cangyu Sect. They had far too many ways to advance or retreat.
The Cosmic Vein had none at all.
There was even less to say about the Demon Vein; they were all within the Gods and Devils Island Sea.
Upon hearing them, a Divine Martial uncle-master also sighed with a bitter smile...
"Little Brother Black Scale, this battle should have been settled swiftly from the very beginning."
"The longer we drag it out, the more unfavorable it becomes for us. Our Cosmic Vein has been weak for far too long."
"Over these past years in the Cangyu Sect, we have nearly lost all our right to speak. Whether it is the Cangyu Sect's forces or the sects and clans we have befriended outside, none of them acknowledge our Cosmic Vein."
"Even many of our so-called