87 Chapter Eighty-seven: One Year

"In the end, who will win?" Ye Xiaoyao asked impatiently.

Although he's currently in some peril, he is, after all, a member of the Human Clan.

"With me here, of course the Human Clan will be victorious."

"When two Mid-Thousand Worlds encounter each other, the decisive factor of the war is the Chosen Ones who are also the top combat powers in both worlds."

"And the peak combat power of your clan just happens to be a little stronger than that of the Demon Spirit World."

"If something happens to this top combat power, you are here, aren't you?"

"So you just wait quietly, and do not worry about matters of life and death."

"Reincarnation should be the way of the Heavenly Dao, who could last forever?"

"If there are any, they're nothing but tragedies." Old Jian began to sigh while a hint of remorse could be heard in his tone.

"Okay, it's most important to concentrate on cultivation right now." Ye Xiaoyao spoke and then sank into the state of gaining enlightenment again.