As the words were spoken, the scene fell into silence.
Some ancient wills reflected on the truth of the matter, deliberating whether the Demon Clan could seize this opportunity to make a move.
Other ancient wills glanced back at the Land of Oblivion, gazing intently at Xuan Guangqiao in his snow-white Flood Dragon form.
A long while later, the silence was broken.
One after another, the ancient wills began to express their opinions.
"No, we must not act!"
"That's right. I'm very skeptical that the Human Race is deceiving us, leading us to let down our guard!"
"Let's not forget the lesson from last time. Let's settle down and wait for Xuan Guangqiao to emerge..."
"The last time? Last time, we activated a host of hidden agents in the Eastern Wilderness—a force powerful enough to kill a Saint."
"Heh, who would have thought? Tang Tianlong, merely a third-tier Martial Artist, managed to obliterate those hidden agents. It's just too absurd..."
