Those words were sincere. The battlefield situation was ever-changing.
He did not want any more accidents at a time like this.
If the Plague Elf was cooperative enough, he did not mind giving up some benefits.
"If the Virus Trees can survive after the battle, I can return them to you."
"If you still have complaints, we can discuss compensation!"
After hearing Qi Yu's conditions, Yinhe Keliwei nodded, then shook his head. "If it were me, I might really agree to your terms."
"Then..."
"That is why I cannot become a qualified leader."
Qi Yu instinctively wanted to make a move, but Milk Tea Needs Sugar unexpectedly stepped in front of him.
At this moment, it seemed like that moment back then.
Only, the situation had undergone some subtle changes.
Milk Tea Needs Sugar put on the manner of a peacemaker. "Whatever it is, talk it out properly. Don't start fighting and killing at every turn. That isn't good."
Baby Dragon, perched on Milk Tea Needs Sugar's shoulder, wore the same expression.
Qi Yu looked at Milk Tea Needs Sugar with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Hehe..."
Yinhe Keliwei sighed softly. "The elder always said that the Plague Elves were too weak. We had no choice."
"I never understood, which was why I could not take the elder's position. But now I understand."
As he spoke, he pierced his own heart with one hand.
"Without the support of strength... even hatred... seems powerless... cough, cough, cough... and laughable..."
Several drops of faintly glowing blood flew from his heart. The drops gathered together, quickly forming a translucent phantom—the elder who had already died.
This was merely a portion of the elder's soul that had been separated before death. It had not dissipated only because Yinhe Keliwei had constantly