For a time, the stage and the audience fell utterly silent, clearly frightened by Ji Hao's words.
"So what if your backing reaches the heavens? Your support isn't here!" Twin Kings spoke.
"Besides, in a war between races, even beings of that level would not be willing to interfere lightly!" Twin Kings continued, clearly not believing Ji Hao's words.
He believed it was a scheme of the Human Race, just like Haotian Shangdi.
"You are alone. For the sake of your father and grandfather, we do not wish to fight you. Leave at once!" Fallen Heavenly King declared, setting the tone.
"Who told you I was alone?" Ji Hao stood with his hands behind his back. The next moment...
Clang!
The divine bell rang again, and another wave of Sage Might emerged. Three Paths, three tall figures, strode over from the end of the earth, each step spanning mountains and seas, their Sage Might Wuliang.
"No way, there's more?" The old Human Race cultivators felt somewhat despairing. Although Ji Hao's words were inspiring, these old men had long passed the age of hot-blooded passion. They knew they were still at a disadvantage. The two Pro-Daoists beyond the starry sky could not be relied upon for now.
Even if Ji Hao's background was overwhelming, it was useless at present. There were already more than twenty Saints before them. If several more arrived, it was difficult to imagine whether Ji Hao could hold on.
"No! This blood and vitality..." A Powerful Expert of the Human Race rose excitedly.
"They are Saints of our Human Race!" Tears welled up in their eyes.
The three figures advanced step by step. The glow of the setting sun fell upon them, dyeing them in a sacred radiance and making them seem transcendent.
"They're Saints—Saints of our