With the world-ending war imminent, a truce among the alliance was not inherently unreasonable. Yet, just as I had guessed, Child Spirit was bound to be stirring up trouble behind the scenes.
Although two or three factions readily agreed to Di Ming's proposal, even more chose to wait and see. They did not dare refuse outright, but their desire to keep fighting was written all over their faces.
At last, Emperor Lei Yun, one of the top three among the Elemental Clans, was the first to step forward. "Di Ming, why did you suddenly propose an alliance now, when the fighting is raging like wildfire? How are we supposed to face the brothers of every clan who have died?"
With someone taking the lead, Emperor Ding Zhen of the Rule Clan also broke the harmonious atmosphere with an eerie laugh. "Normally, none of you would submit to another. Today, are you planning to compromise only because you fear the Heaven Clan's threats? As for us, whether the Child Spirit Clan attacks us or not, our conflicts will still exist. If we stop fighting, will the world-ending war simply cease to happen?"
"Ding Zhen is absolutely right! Zhi Tie of my clan died such a miserable death—how are we to settle his vengeance? Or do you not intend to seek justice for our Matter Clan? If that is the case, we might as well withdraw from the alliance and seek help from another alliance ourselves!" The leader of the Matter Clan also roared, thoroughly laying bare the conflict.
"Right! Several of our clan brothers died in this war! Di Ming! You say we stop fighting, so we stop fighting—does that mean we will not avenge them either?!"
"Di Chong! My father's body is not even cold, and you already want to