Lazhan and the other two Great Venerables' capture of Insect Race prisoners completely broke the old conventions of war.
The Tapir Race was extremely worried. Even after such a great victory, there was still no guarantee that the Insect Race would not launch another multi-God Lord sneak attack.
It could be felt that the Insect Race had a very strong thirst for revenge, so this possibility truly was not small.
It had to be said that the Tapir Race's analysis did make a certain amount of sense, and their IQs could still be considered online.
But Qu Jianlei could not stand it. "I thought the Tapir Race was very weak. With this many Great Venerables... they still got beaten into this state?"
Lazhan was also somewhat indignant. "Every one of them fears death more than the last, yet none of them are willing to give up treasures. They're all counting on some fool to stick their neck out!"
Even it felt ashamed of its own race. They could not bear to let the cultivators leave, yet they still did not want to offer treasures—if everyone did that, what was it supposed to earn?
"They still haven't been hurt enough," Qu Jianlei snorted coldly, not wanting to say more. "If they have no objections, then we're leaving."
They knew just how disgusting this race could be, which was why they had not rushed to leave—everyone had to consider the exploration team's reputation.
It was exactly what Little Qu had called "Tapir Race Winning Studies": turning black into white was far too normal for them. The mouths were on their bodies, after all.
But in the future, large numbers of cultivators would come here to explore. Though the five of them were not afraid of slander, they also did not want to