"Brother Nine Yue, I think we should call off this battle for now.
"Once our race has learned the truth about Styx Land and strengthened ourselves with Black Thunder Crystal, it won't be too late to make plans for Earth Abyss."
If one did not gamble, one would not lose. Nan Long Ancestor clearly understood this principle well.
"Hmph. I doubt the Abyss Demon Race can develop much further anyway. We'll spare them this time!"
In truth, with both sides ceasing hostilities and developing independently, such an outcome was even more advantageous for the Flying Spirit Race.
After all, not only did the Flying Spirit Race possess more territory, they could also cooperate and trade with neighboring powers. Their potential for growth was far beyond that of the Abyss Demon Race, which was trapped within Earth Abyss!
Nine Yue Ancestor knew this well, so naturally he was in no hurry to determine a victor.
The history of the continent's various races had already taught him that large-scale racial wars were often not fought between evenly matched sides. Rather, one side would develop an overwhelming advantage before crushing the weaker race.
Even by the standards of a Mahayana Cultivator's lifespan, such a process would take an extremely long time.
What the Two Ancestors did not know, however, was that Luo Hong had never intended to establish a long-lasting power in Earth Abyss.
What he wanted was to make full use of Earth Abyss's resources in the shortest possible time, cultivate the greatest possible number of high-level demon cultivators, and then employ his old specialty—
Take the whole pot and run!
As expected, seven days after the peace talks concluded, the Flying Spirit Race sent Jin Yue as their envoy. She formally signed a ten-thousand-year peace treaty with Three-Eyed Old Demon and