Hearing about the vast resources, then hearing that they only needed to hold back the Human Race rather than truly fight them—and that even if they lost, the Demon Race would cover for them—this deal looked profitable no matter how they viewed it.
So they had come. But after sensing the Human Race's massive mobilization, they were all terrified. Damn it—if the Human Race got serious and wanted to wipe them out, wouldn't that be easy as lifting a hand?
Then they looked at the Demon Race, only to find that they had no manpower to spare to help the Shadow Clan. Only then did they realize that the Shadow Clan had been scheming against them.
They had made it sound so nice, but when the critical moment came, they would treat them as cannon fodder.
Therefore, after noticing the Human Race's enormous movements, they panicked and immediately withdrew their troops. They also dispatched envoys to the Human Race for negotiations, begging for the Human Race's forgiveness.
They had already attacked the Human Race. If they wanted to earn the Human Race's forgiveness this time, they would certainly have to pay a crippling price. But compared with a foundation built over millions of years, none of that mattered.
"Damn it, a bunch of cowards."
The Shadow Clan True Lord above could no longer remain seated. He immediately rose to his feet and slammed his palm viciously onto the table before him, his face filled with fury.
His aura surged around him. Beneath that terrifying pressure, the surrounding space shattered and reformed again and again, an awe-inspiring sight.
"Then what should we do?"
At that moment, a True Lord below spoke.
The instant those words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.
That was right. What should they do? Fight? They