Take a Gamble?

At this moment, the soul form gazed at the ancient demon outside the city, and a cold feeling spread through his heart.

"There's no hope left. Next up is the battle between the Ghost Emperor and the ancient demon. Those two powerful beings from the upper realms are probably just waiting to reap the benefits. How boring!" Zhang Xiansheng sighed deeply.

Miao Renfeng of the Barbarian Lands tribe couldn't help but mock himself, saying, "Even that is better than us. At least they still have choices, while we secretly fight among ourselves. In the end, we're nothing but cannon fodder. After a thousand years of cultivation, our power hasn't increased, and neither has our wisdom!"

"Hmph, we righteous cultivators..." Hua Xuejian began to speak, but the other two turned their heads away, ignoring him.

There was nothing to discuss between a Divine Aspect cultivator and a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.