Both sides were burning with rage. If they kept talking like this, there would be no compromise; they might even come to blows.
A mid-grade Fifth-order sea turtle from the Demon Race hurriedly tried to mediate. "Neither side wants to keep fighting. What our Great Demon King proposed is merely the conditions we want.
When the asking price fills the sky, the counteroffer should be made on the spot. If the human race has anything they are dissatisfied with, both sides can discuss it further.
If the negotiations collapse and the two races continue fighting, it will benefit no one."
The Demon Race had produced a peacemaker, so naturally someone from the human race had to step forward and say a few conciliatory words.
True Man Feng Yi said, "Nephew-in-law, although the Demon Race's demands are unreasonable, we humans are reasonable people. We can negotiate slowly.
If the Demon Race refuses to yield, it will not be too late to fight.
Though my cultivation is meager, if I risk self-detonating my Nascent Soul, severely injuring a few Fifth-order demons would not be a problem."
That speech truly frightened the Demon Race somewhat.
They belonged to different species, and their cohesion could never compare with that of the human race.
If a human Nascent Soul Cultivator died, other factions would care for their descendants.
But if a Great Demon King died, other tribes would only scramble to seize their territory.
The first thing these Fifth-order demons had to consider was not the Demon Race's problems, but the problems of their own tribes.
After True Man Feng Yi stated his position, Wang Daoyuan voiced his own conditions. "The Skyrend Mountain Range and the lands north of Return Goose Mountain are not solely Demon Race territory. The human race will not withdraw."
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