Upon hearing this, the divine messenger's face flashed with arrogance. He said coldly, "I am the messenger chosen by the gods. You do not need to remember my name."

He dispersed the smoke, looking like an elf, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing golden armor, majestic and extraordinary.

Xu Xiwang's pupils suddenly contracted as he sensed that hidden power.

"All the gods are messengers sent to the world by the divine realm. They possess divine power, and this so-called divine messenger should also be one of the gods in this world... This person's power is probably no less than that of Apollo, the god of light."

"My Lord, Divine Envoy!"

A burly man, covered entirely in armor, spoke up. His skin was dark red, as if blood were flowing through it. “Since you have descended in the name of the gods, we should submit!”

This man is Gale, the leader of the American super army.

"But right now, the United States desperately needs aid! Our President has instructed me to request assistance from Congress!"

"We have at least five Saint-level monsters and three powerful figures from extraterrestrial forces within our territory. Our army is on the verge of collapse. We request the council to dispatch powerful figures to support us immediately!"

Gale said with a serious expression that although their country's military strength was powerful, it was still far behind in terms of the number of monsters and the number of Saint Realm experts.

Extraterrestrial forces are eyeing the country covetously, and the United States' defenses are weak; once attacked, it will be utterly unable to withstand the attack.

Gail shouted, and the entire conference room buzzed with excitement, with everyone echoing his words.

"We are willing to obey the divine messenger's command, and we humbly request that the divine messenger send troops to our aid!"

"Yes, please, Your Excellency, save us! We are willing to follow you!"

"oh?"

The divine envoy's face showed a hint of surprise. He looked at Gale and a smile appeared on his lips: "I was just about to bring this up in the council. Given the current situation, all countries must send two Saint-level experts to the Land of Sin to help China's Dragon Palace suppress the seal of the Land of Sin."

"What!"

"But we're already stretched thin, where would we find the manpower to spare?"

"That's right! We simply don't have enough staff!"

The crowd immediately began to shout, their faces showing worry.

The divine messenger glanced at the crowd indifferently, his tone icy: "If the seal is broken, we will face endless monsters, and that will be the most dangerous thing."

“Divine Messenger, the Sinful Land is sealed within the territory of China. This is China’s affair and has nothing to do with us, right? If the Sinful Land is broken, then it is China’s sin! Everyone knows that China has many powerful individuals and does not need our assistance. Instead, China’s powerful individuals should send some to help us.”

Pope Kyle of the Dark Church narrowed his eyes and said.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly. They remained silent for a while before looking up at Li Tianxia.

As the most powerful figure in China and the leader of the Dragon Group, it seems that only he can make the decision at this moment.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Li Tianxia spoke, his gaze fixed on everyone present, clearly enunciating each word: "The Land of Sin is a calamity for the people, and my nation, China, is absolutely duty-bound to bear it! However, I do not agree with His Holiness the Pope's words. My nation has already lost several Saint Realm experts and hundreds of Transcendent Realm experts in the Land of Sin. We can make sacrifices for Earth, but you cannot hold us hostage, much less shift the blame onto us!"

"Moreover, this is the responsibility of all mankind. Whether you are a citizen of China or not, you must bear this burden!"

"You! You damned Easterner!"

The Pope's expression changed instantly, and he roared.

Li Tianxia showed no fear. In fact, he looked directly at the Pope and said, "If China can't even protect its own people, how can it talk about maintaining world peace or protecting the earth's peace? If Your Majesty has any doubts, why don't we exchange a few blows?"

"Let's exchange a few blows! Do you think we Western nations are afraid of you?"

The paladins of the Holy Knights suddenly stood up, their powerful aura sweeping across the surroundings and intimidating all directions.

Li Tianxia showed no mercy. He stood up to meet the Holy Knight and the Pope. The three clashed, and the air surged violently.

The powerful energy shook the surroundings, distorting space, like a hurricane sweeping in all directions.

The other powerful nations are also eager to make their move.

The divine messenger watched this scene with a half-smile, and said lightly, "You all don't take what I say seriously. Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'll join in the fun too."

As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a huge clap of thunder, accompanied by a tidal wave of force, swept across the hall with a deafening boom.

"boom!"

Four powerful auras simultaneously enveloped the entire hall, and everyone felt an immense threat, their faces turning pale.

This is the power of a high-level Saint Realm expert; a single thought is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth!

"Everyone, please calm down."

The shaman, a sorcerer from the frigid land, picked up his staff. His eyes gleamed with silver-gray, and tiny runes shot out, condensing in the air to form a barrier that stabilized the hall.

"If you powerful beings fight, you'll destroy everything. Won't that drag me into the mess?"

The shaman chuckled and said, "How about this, I'll find you some fun?"

"What do you mean?"

The Pope stared coldly at the shaman.

"Each side will send five people, and we'll fight one battle. Of course, none of us five can participate in the fight."

"If the West wins, we in the East will no longer demand that the West send strong warriors to suppress the land of sin, and will even send twenty Saint Realm experts to support you."

"If the East wins, then the West will send thirty Saint Realm experts and one hundred Transformation Realm experts to suppress the Sinful Land."

In this world, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say.

"how?"

After speaking, the shaman, the sorcerer master of the extreme cold, waved his staff, and a chill swept across the entire area.

"I have no objection!"

"agree!"

Everyone readily agreed.

"It's still uncertain who will win and who will lose."

"Hmph! We in the West will not lose to you!"

The paladin gripped his spear tightly, his face filled with intense fighting spirit.