Looking at the sealed Azure Luan Saintess, the Crimson Luan Saint Son of the Flying Spirit Race narrowed his eyes.
After a long time, he looked beneath the earth.
Li Qing and the others—the humans, Giant Spirit Race, and Savage Bull Race members—were all waiting for him to make a decision.
This was a powerful Saint Son with awakened Crimson Luan bloodline within his body. His combat power was unrivaled beneath the heavens, and whichever side he chose would directly tip the scales of victory.
Guli tightened his grip on the enormous bone club in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Chilian, you'd best think this through. This is a dispute between our race and the Treant Race. Your Flying Spirit Race has never involved itself before."
"You are the Saint Son of the Flying Spirit Race. Whatever decision you make, my Giant Spirit Race will regard it as the Flying Spirit Race choosing a side as well."
For many years, whether it was Savage Bull Ridge or the Flying Spirit Race, both had maintained an absolutely neutral stance of mutual noninterference toward the conflict between the Treant Race and Giant Spirit Race.
Now, if this Saint Son of the Flying Spirit Race—the future wielder of great authority in the Flying Spirit Race—chose to get involved, the meaning would be entirely different.
It would be viewed as an act of hostility, and the Giant Spirit Race could never tolerate it.
The Crimson Luan Saint Son's pupils gradually took on a crimson glow. He murmured, "It is not that I wish to become enemies with the Giant Spirit Race. But in a situation like this, asking me to aid the humans and Savage Bull Ridge is absolutely impossible."
"Guli, I will not target you. I will only target those