At these words, everyone else immediately came to their senses.
That was right—Saints had lifespans as long as the Boundary Sea itself. How could one possibly be on the verge of death?
Forget Saints—even Daluo Golden Immortals possessed endless lifespans. Unless they were killed, the chances of them perishing were minuscule.
Was this fellow trying to shake their state of mind?
Since when had the Chaos Ancient Clan become so clever?
Weren't their brains all muscle?
"A Saint's lifespan is indeed equal to that of the Boundary Sea. But tell me, during the great war before the immeasurable calamity, why did your Saint-realm ancestor leave midway for no reason?"
"At that time, he had already been gravely wounded by my clan's Saint-realm ancestor. With a Saint seriously injured, what treasure in the entire Boundary Sea could possibly heal a Saint's wounds?"
"After such a long passage of time, the injuries have only continued to worsen. Perhaps... he's already close to the end."
"That is why we dare to act so openly."
Seeing that these people were wavering, Wutu continued.
In his eyes, these people were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
Disaster was bearing down on them, yet they remained utterly unaware.
"What utter nonsense. Today, we will suppress and kill you here."
"If things were truly as you claim, your Chaos Ancient Clan would not have sent you to lead these small fry here to probe us."
The elder of the Supreme Clarity Sect gave a disdainful smile.
The others instantly came back to their senses. Those words made sense.
How vast was the entire Origin Continent?
Moreover, the Chaos Ancient Clan was spread throughout the Boundary Sea, with a vast sea of powerful experts among them.
If what he said was true, then this time, the Chaos Ancient