The one who suddenly laughed was none other than Zhelin, the Northern Barbarian High Priest.
He had arrived long before the others. While Kuron Old Ancestor had kept his gaze fixed on the Floating Spirit Mountain Grotto-Heaven, Zhelin had remained here all along, without moving an inch.
He had only waited for the Floating Spirit Mountain Grotto-Heaven to open.
As he watched, the Human Race and Demon Race had erupted into a fierce battle. He was greatly astonished by the item the Demon Race had produced, which had directly sealed Jiang Che's divine abilities.
Yet astonishment was astonishment. He still had not moved.
Only now, with the Floating Spirit Mountain Grotto-Heaven open, had the opportunity he had awaited for so long finally arrived!
Compared to either the Human Race or the Demon Race, he was undoubtedly the weakest one. And regardless of which side he chose to rely on, neither would ever accept him. He could only wait for the right moment and act when the time was ripe.
Now was that moment.
When the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman reaped the benefit.
He had entered first. Then the greatest opportunity ought to be his.
Though he knew this would carry immense risks, compared to becoming an immortal, all of it was worth it.
His sudden appearance also startled everyone present.
"Zhelin!"
"What?!"
The first cry came from Jiang Che. He had recognized Zhelin's figure; Kuron Old Ancestor had shown him Zhelin's appearance long ago through Hu Yuanlie's memories.
The second came from the Ying Long Demon Emperor. He had never expected another member of the Human Race to be hidden nearby, much less to take advantage of the moment when both sides were fighting and off guard.
And directly break into the Floating Spirit Mountain Grotto-Heaven.
Zhelin's sudden