Many Tier Nine figures simultaneously took action, using defense skills to cover the Ural Defense Line, preventing the aftermath from causing harm here.

Jason Windsor’s face changed dramatically, "Smith, is your church planning to violate the agreement?!"

Smith hurriedly shouted, "Someone must be plotting this from within, our church people would never pursue the Europeans!"

Jason Windsor’s blue eyes were filled with anger, and he growled, "They’re all chasing Mitchell, and you’re telling me you won’t pursue the Europeans!"

"Let’s clarify the situation first!"

Pierre also spoke up; he had always been the mediator here.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Pierre speaking, Jason Windsor could only adjust his slightly disordered tie.

Then, mana surged and transformed into a large hand, bringing Mitchell, whom he was protecting, back.

Meanwhile, Smith also grabbed the two who were hunting down Mitchell.

"What happened?"

Jason Windsor looked at Mitchell and asked.

Seeing Jason Windsor, Mitchell sighed in relief, "Prince, I don’t know what happened either.

Initially, when I was battling a Snow Ghost Wolf King, these two priests from the church appeared.

At first, I was delighted, thinking I had help."

"Who knew they would attack me without a word, not even bothering with the Snow Ghost Wolf King."

"I had to use resurrection several times just to make it back."

Jason Windsor’s gaze fell on Smith, and he asked coldly, "What do you have to say?"

Smith furrowed his brow, looking at Thor and Craft, and asked coldly, "What’s going on?"

Thor retorted, "He was the one who hunted me first; I just encountered Craft while escaping.

That guy has already become a demon."

The mention of ’demon’ sent a shiver through everyone’s heart.

Mitchell, seemingly calmed by the presence of Tier Nine figures from Europe, spoke up, "They are the demons; they’ve mastered other powers that only demons can wield aside from their profession!"

"Their hands are nothing like those of normal people!!"

Jason Windsor narrowed his eyes, his gaze suddenly landing on Thor and Craft’s hands, hidden beneath the wide priest robes.

"What’s with your hands?!"

With those words, everyone’s eyes focused on Thor and Craft’s hands.

Even Smith and the others looked over.

Then, unexpectedly.

Their priest robes exploded in an instant, revealing arms that had turned into ghastly hands.

Terrifying blood energy broke through Smith’s confinement in a flash.

In an instant.

The blood energy around Thor surged crazily like raging waves, his body instantly enveloped in a dense, almost tangible blood glow.

His roaring toward the sky caused waves to ripple through the surrounding air.

"Blood Demon・Heaven Slayer!"

With his furious shout, endless blood energy converged toward him like rivers flowing into the sea, swiftly forming an enormous Blood Demon Shadow.

The Blood Demon Shadow, like a comet burning with blood flames, rushed violently at the enemies ahead.

Where it passed, the space was twisted and deformed by the immense blood energy as if it couldn’t bear the weight, emitting mournful cries, and promptly grabbed for Mitchell Windsor.

"Courting death!"

Jason Windsor reacted instantly, starlight spreading before him.

At this moment.

Craft shouted, and a strange fluctuation enveloped the surroundings, a deep blackness shrouding everything.

"Wave Burst——!"

A force instantly erupted, abruptly lifting Jason Windsor’s figure.

It caused no harm to Jason Windsor but interrupted his skill.

Yet Thor had already reached Mitchell, the blood glow illuminating Mitchell’s face.

But in the next moment.

A hand blocked Thor, Steve Ski.

"Daring to act at the Ural Defense Line?"

Steve Ski grabbed him, his terrifying strength forcibly restraining Thor’s hands.

The Blood Demon Shadow behind him was also dispersed by a gigantic bear-like mountain from Steve Ski’s back.

Meanwhile, Craft was also captured by the reacting Smith.

Jason Windsor’s face showed anger, "Smith, do you have a reason?

These two powers, are they from your church?!"

Smith was caught speechless; this clearly wasn’t the power of their church.

Anyone joining the church, even reaching high ranks, would certainly have awakened professions related to the Holy Light.

But Smith still said, "There must be a conspiracy within."

"What conspiracy, damn demon!"

Jason Windsor said coldly, "Don’t tell me you still want to shelter demons?!"

Pinned to the ground, Thor said coldly, "Our Celestial Destiny Sect has long discussed with Jason Trang.

An inside-out alliance to break through the Ural Defense Line with the Ice Abyss, you’re all doomed."

Steve Ski’s expression changed, his gaze falling on Yi Lin.

Yi Lin, who had been silent, upon hearing this, hurriedly retorted, "Impossible, Jason Trang would never conspire with demons to plan against the Ural Defense Line."

"Moreover, Jason Tron is already dead."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present nodded in agreement, wondering how, while plotting, he ended up dead himself.

"Not to mention what role exactly Jason Tron played in all this, those two from the church are definitely demons."

Jason Windsor’s gaze turned coldly towards Smith, "Now I suspect your church has long been a demon organization.

Judging by their strength alone, it’s impossible for them to have killed Jason Tron.

Clearly, there’s something else lurking behind them."

"Even if those two are demons, it doesn’t mean our church is related to demons."

"Then how do you explain Jason Tron’s death?" Jason Windsor asked coldly.

Yi Lin interjected, "We should first investigate what’s really going on with these demons and what their plot is."

"Rest assured, I will get some answers from them."

Smith had just started speaking when, aside from Wu Xia from Gao Ya merely listening without speaking, everyone else unanimously opposed.

Stevsky spoke up, "This matter involves the church, I think these two should be handed over to us, the four nations, for questioning."

No matter what role the church actually plays behind this, it’s impossible for them to get involved here.

Smith still wanted to say something, but Watty tugged at Smith, signaling him to refrain from refusing for the time being.

...

Half a day later.

The Tier Nine representatives from four nations came out looking grim, not having called upon the church personnel but convening among themselves instead.

In the conference room.

Gao Ya frowned deeply, "This is actually related to the Age of Gods?"

He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, wondering why this matter kept getting more tangled; is this Shen Fei’s scheme?

If it is Shen Fei’s plot, how does he control these people?

Stevsky’s face was also exceptionally grim; he originally thought the biggest trouble this time would be the Ice Abyss.

At most, with the addition of some demons, now even that Ancient Secret Realm ’Age of Gods’ is involved?

"Can we really trust their words? Are they demons, involved with the Age of Gods, or perhaps both?"

Pierre rubbed his temples as he spoke.

He hadn’t expected the situation to be so complicated.

The agreement the clan elder had mentioned before didn’t involve the Age of Gods.

Should he report this matter to the clan elder?

As for whether Jason was really colluding with demons, he truly didn’t know.

But he vaguely sensed that Jason seemed to have instructed some people to do something in secret.

If we assume Jason Tron indeed colluded with the demons, what was his aim?

Shen Fei?

Or the Ural Defense Line...

But why did he die? It could only mean the church had other plans.

Therefore, the church—or rather the forces behind the Age of Gods—made a move against Jason.

After all, the ability to instantaneously kill a Tier Nine was too swift.

Too swift for them to even react perhaps, unless two Tier Nines moved simultaneously.

And it had to also involve a Space Class Tier Nine.

Or perhaps a Tier Ten.

"How should the church be handled now, with all the suspicion, they are the ones having issues this time."

Stevsky said calmly, especially looking at Pierre and another Tier Nine from Europe, Michael Bethlehem.

This time, apart from the Tier Ten’s command, the church came here with America’s and Europe’s guarantee.

Now that there’s a problem with the church, the guarantors surely need to address it.

"We will do our best to uncover whether the demons are truly related to the demons, and I will speak with the church."

"Until they clear their suspicions, everyone should be recalled and monitored at the Ural Defense Line."

Pierre quickly made the decision, and Michael nodded as well, approving Pierre’s approach.

Stevsky then spoke, "Trotsky will monitor the church’s situation round the clock thereafter.

And the Tron Clan, since this concerns the safety of the Ural Defense Line."

Stevsky, departing from his previous gentleness, spoke sternly, "We appreciate your presence, but we have paid the price as well.

Our bottom line is that no issues should occur at the Ural Defense Line.

Anyone threatening the safety of the Ural Defense Line is our enemy."

Pierre and the others felt a chill in their hearts; Jason Windsor laughed, "General Steve, we came with the intent to help Fur Bear, just that there are malicious elements within causing trouble."

"Alright."

After leaving the conference room.

Gao Ya and Yan Motong exchanged a glance, seemingly noticing each other’s slight surprise.

Suddenly.

It seemed like everyone’s focus shifted in other directions, and no one was paying attention to Shen Fei anymore.

And Dugu Hongchen walked like an old man, hands behind his back.

Passing by Gao Ya, he smiled and said, "Shen Fei is quite lucky. Don’t know if it’s a coincidence or what, now no one is paying him any attention.

High Judgment, what do you think?"

"Senior Dugu, I beg to differ. Shen Xingzou himself doesn’t have much worth noticing.

After all, we’re all here seeking opportunities, staying harmonious is the righteous way."

Gao Ya said with a smile.

Dugu Hongchen’s head shook, either in denial or simply naturally swaying, muttering to himself, "The struggle of the Dao is like the drawn sword cutting life and death, the path fights like the abyss swallowing life’s journey."

"The contest of paths has always been so."