True Immortal Jin Ge was indeed furious.
Given the Cultivators' way of doing things, since they had not completely killed off the Out-of-Body Insectoid, destroying the Divine Lord Statue afterward had been practically inevitable.
But the Mò Race's way of handling things was simply disgusting—had they gotten too used to having free enforcers?
Naturally, the Cultivators refused to continue helping them.
Upon hearing this, the three Star Tapir Great Venerables looked at one another, and none of them could say anything.
True Venerable Han Li shook his head at the sight. "Enough, let's not talk about this anymore. We'll rest for a few days, then go seek the Insect Race's opportunity."
So far, the Mò Race still owed the Cultivators one opportunity. The one in the Insect Race's territory was the final option.
If the Cultivators could obtain it, then their accounts would be settled, leaving only the compensatory opportunity Great Venerable Latan had promised.
Their cooperation had basically reached its end. None of the five had any interest in continuing to work with the other side.
Although the Star Tapir Great Venerables were rather unreliable in how they handled matters, they could understand the meaning behind those words.
No one wanted to give up such a powerful ally, but there was nothing they could do. Things had developed to this point.
"Let's rest first," Great Venerable Latan said, forcing himself to perk up. "Here?"
"Stay if you want," True Venerable Min Ning snapped, shooting it a fierce glare before calling the other Cultivators together.
This was absolutely not a suitable place to rest. The Tree Race might react slowly, but it was hard to say how vengeful the Insect Race might be.
There were still remnants of the Tree Race and Insect Race in space, but once the Cultivators