Because all races ostracized the human race, however many human prodigies they sent in would die. Gradually, everyone's hearts had gone cold.
No matter the place or era, fresh blood had always been the key measure of whether a race was strong.
If each generation of fresh blood was inferior to the last, then that race was truly finished.
And now that the human race had finally produced a prodigy like Blood Baleful, one who had even fought his way into the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance, how could they refuse to help when he was in danger?
"Such incidents have not been unheard of throughout history, but what was the outcome? Every single time, we returned in failure. Within the Ten Thousand Cities Alliance, they would not even grant us a foothold."
"And how similar is this incident to those of the past? Even if we rush to provide aid, in the end, failure is the only path before us."
"If you ask this old man, we should wait and watch. If he wins, I can send the younger generation of my family to the Central Domain to assist him."
An elderly man with white eyebrows, leaning on a cane, spoke blandly.
"White Eyebrow, you truly have no shame. You refuse to help now, yet once he wins, you want to go pluck the fruits of his labor. The human race in the Northern Demon Domain has become so decrepit precisely because of scum like you."
The sword-bearing man who had spoken earlier cursed angrily at the old man, the aura around him surging unstably.
As though he had heard nothing, White Eyebrow remained sprawled where he was with his eyes closed, his expression indifferent.
"Hmph, just mentioning Blood Baleful makes me furious. He had no sense of proportion and