Holy Master Gao already had a certain prejudice against
Fortunately, at this moment there weren't many people truly stirring up trouble. Everyone's rationality hadn't vanished entirely. They all knew that under the siege of the two Demon Race branches, the Hundred Saints Holy Land simply had no capital to resist.
If Jiang Chen's appearance could help them break free from the Demon Race predicament, that would be an enormous blessing for the Hundred Saints Holy Land. Even if it required paying a steep price, it was still worth considering.
An elder called out loudly, "Holy Master Gao, the grudge between the Hundred Saints Holy Land and the Eternal Holy Land was already settled when the Ten Great Holy Lands formed their alliance. Now the situation on Myriad Abyss Island is perfectly clear — the Demon Race is invading in force. If we still cling to our old sectarian biases, that would be nothing short of destroying our own future. Young Master Jiang Chen has come here to seek aid. Even if he has ulterior motives, that's still better than being overrun by the Demon Race and having our Holy Land's lineage extinguished, isn't it? Let me ask you — which is more destructive: Jiang Chen's hidden agenda, or the Demon Race invasion?"
In truth, this wasn't a difficult choice. Everyone could do this simple calculation.
Master
Those who wanted to shut out Jiang Chen were all indulging in a fantasy — believing that since the two Demon Race branches were busy fighting each other, they would naturally have no capacity left to attack the Hundred Saints Holy Land.
But reality was cruel. Even the mutual slaughter of the two Demon Race branches had been orchestrated by Jiang Chen himself. So the moment he withdrew his hand and the two branches recovered, they would undoubtedly join forces and take down the Hundred Saints Holy Land first.
If the two Demon Race branches turned their full attention against them, it would be as easy as blowing away dust.
"Holy Master, let us wait and observe. That Jiang Chen brat wants to tangle with the Demon Race — just let him have his moment of glory." Someone made this suggestion.
"Holy Master, decisive action must be taken! Now is the time to join forces with Young Master Jiang Chen — strike from within and without against the Demon Race!"
Everyone voiced their own opinions.
But overall, those supporting cooperation with Jiang Chen were in the majority. The opposition was a minority after all, and their reasons for objecting were rather far-fetched.
Sensing the battle raging beyond the walls, the entire defensive line of the Hundred Saints Holy Land was crumbling under the onslaught. Formation patterns were shattering one after another, defensive fortifications breaking open continuously.
At this level of combat, even being caught in the mere shockwaves was enough to leave the Hundred Saints Holy Land in a desperate state.
"Who would have thought the leaders of both Demon Race branches would fight each other to the point of bloodlust. If not for the heavy casualties, I'd suspect they were doing it on purpose."
"Indeed. The Demon Race is truly unpredictable and bizarre."
"Wait — look! What's happening over there?"
Someone cried out in alarm. Over on the battlefield, yet another change had apparently occurred.
When the Battle Fury Ancestor was struck by a single cleaving blow from the Iron Armor Ancestor's blade, he could have easily dodged — but in that split second, the same phenomenon that had afflicted the Lionheart Ancestor before suddenly repeated itself.
His body was abruptly frozen, as though some invisible force had pinned him in place.
Even this momentary pause was enough to decide the outcome between peak fighters. And with the Iron Armor Ancestor in his berserk state, his combat power had already surpassed that of the Battle Fury Ancestor.