There really did seem to be such a possibility.
No one knew exactly how many members of the Asura Clan the endless Nether River had birthed.
But there had to be hundreds of thousands, if not millions.
Moreover, these fellows could practically be called undying and indestructible beings.
Even if they died, the source of their power would turn back into energy and gather once more within the Nether River.
At that time, they would be reborn.
And if the war had not yet ended by then, they would throw themselves back into it.
This was absolutely an inexhaustible source of combat power.
Furthermore, the Asura Clan had many formidable experts.
Together with their allied forces,
they truly had the capital to contend with the Sorcerer Race.
At this thought, the hearts of the Human Race's leaders grew incomparably fervent.
This matter really did seem possible.
If they truly succeeded, they would undoubtedly gain countless benefits.
But a new problem soon followed.
"Ancestor Minghe is no good man. Why would he so casually allow the Asura Clan to keep fighting?"
Upon hearing this, the other leaders also fell into deep thought.
That was indeed true.
Ancestor Minghe had never been a good man.
He could even be called a heinously evil existence.
Discussing an alliance with someone like him was no different from seeking the skin of a tiger.
If they planned it well, it might still be a good choice.
But if they failed to plan it properly, they might fail to use the tiger to devour the wolf, only to be devoured themselves.
After all, Ancestor Minghe was a vicious and evil fellow.
He had already been infamous since ancient times.
Cooperating with someone like him was indeed rather worrying.
Suirenshi merely smiled.
"This matter is still feasible."