What the Mò Race was best at was playing all kinds of little tricks. It was not that they failed to think of many details—they deliberately blurred them.
When a disagreement truly arose, it would not be too late for them to pin the other side down with words—if it was clearly dormancy, how could that count as killing?
The way things had developed now also proved that the cultivators had indeed refused to handle the aftermath.
However, because of that wisp of divine thought from the Insect Race, the Mò Race had no choice but to reexamine their previous decision.
If they provoked the cultivators into truly deciding to break things off entirely, how could the Mò Race withstand the Soul-Splitting Realm existences among the Insect Race?
Admittedly, among the Human Race cultivators, there seemed to be only the Out of Body Immortal Venerable, but the key point was: they were not afraid!
It was not merely fearlessness in the literal sense. The cultivators even dared to snap back, and from the look of it, they were not afraid to fight either.
And in the end, the Insect Race Soul-Splitting Realm divine thought had just... vanished in a very bizarre way!
Having witnessed this, if the Mò Race truly gave up on such strong reinforcements, that would be genuine self-destruction!
In fact, more than one Mò Race Great Venerable was regretting it. If they had known this would happen, why had they not emphasized from the start that dormancy did not count as killing?
Even if the cultivators might not necessarily have agreed then, at least there would still have been room for discussion.
Now look at this. There was not even a chance to discuss it anymore. This little trick had truly backfired.
"This needs discussion too?" True