Of all the people on the
The characteristics of each of the ten lineages, the combat style of each — these details were, in truth, immensely useful.
When fighting the Demon Race, having a grasp of their various traits and methods meant at least not being completely overwhelmed.
This was precisely why the demons, upon invading other realms, could initially sweep through everything in their path.
It was because each of the ten lineages possessed its own unique traits, its own bag of tricks — and they were endlessly varied, leaving opponents perpetually off guard. Often, before a battle even began in earnest, enemies had already been ensnared by demonic schemes.
But once one understood the characteristics of the Demon Race, the tide of battle gradually shifted. Insights accumulated, and small victories began to emerge.
For this reason,
In the battle outside the Hundred Saints Holy Land, the Giant Demon and Beast Demon lineages had been devastated — their forces nearly annihilated. Counting them up, three of the ten lineages were now effectively gone.
Currently remaining on the Myriad Abyss Island were the Wood Demon lineage, along with various scattered demonic factions.
Of course, before any of that,
He harbored no illusions about the Holy Land contributing much actual fighting power to the war against the demons. But as the foremost holy land on Myriad Abyss Island, their reserves of Spiritual Medicine were the envy of the entire region.
It was only natural, then, to collect a fee for saving their skin this time around.
"High Saint Master, Grand Master
This so-called "assistance" was merely a polite way of putting it.
Under the current circumstances, the Hundred Saints Holy Land could not refuse. To be precise, if they had any sense at all, they should have offered on their own initiative.
The High Saint Master, however, was evidently not the type to have such sense. More accurately, he belonged to the breed of men who, having profited from a bargain, promptly forgot about it.
A look of difficulty crept across his face. "Young Master Jiang, these past years the Hundred Saints Holy Land has been engaged in the extraterrestrial battlefield, consuming vast quantities of Spiritual Medicine. When it comes to reserves, we are truly stretched thin."
The wretch was actually weeping poverty directly to
The faint smile at the corner of
His voice was perfectly level, yet that very calm carried with it a chill — as though snow had suddenly begun falling in the height of summer — plunging the atmosphere on the scene into an instant freeze.
In that moment, everyone present could feel the terrifying cold emanating from him.
Even the people of the Hundred Saints Holy Land themselves hadn't expected the High Saint Master to speak so definitively against them.
Truth be told, if
The very fact that he had bothered to make a request meant he was giving them a measure of face. He simply didn't want to resort to heavy-handed methods.