Yan Que's eyes were filled with wariness. Three Mahayana cultivators from the Human Race had all arrived. If a fight broke out, he would definitely suffer.
They had finally managed to attack their way into the Sky Lizard Mountain Range, and he was unwilling to leave just like that. The interests of the Essence Fire Race were at stake.
"Daoist Lin, you finally made it."
Chen Yueying's face lit up with joy when she saw Mystic Azure Child.
Mystic Azure Child nodded and gazed into the distant sky, saying in a deep voice, "Yan Zheng, since you're here, why hide in the shadows like a thief?"
"'Like a thief' is a bit much. I just arrived myself."
A vigorous male voice rang out.
As soon as the voice faded, a mass of Crimson Flame appeared out of thin air. The Crimson Flame surged, transforming into the appearance of Yan Zheng.
The six Mahayana cultivators faced off, while Wang Changsheng and the others hurried back to their respective sides. Both parties wore solemn expressions.
"The war has gone on for quite some time, Daoist Lin. Do you still want to continue? If you do, we'll see it through to the end."
Yan Zheng's expression was solemn.
"If Daoist Yan wants to fight, we'll accompany you. However, if we continue, I'm afraid we'll only benefit the Golden Scale Clan and the Silver Shark Clan. What do you say we divide the Lizard Race's territory between us?"
Mystic Azure Child made the proposal.
"How do you intend to divide it? Why don't you tell us, Daoist Lin?"
Luo Xiao's tone was cold.
If they couldn't reach an agreement, they would still have to fight. However, all of them had suffered considerable losses by now, and continuing the war would only benefit the Golden