"Isn't everything you said nothing but nonsense? What we need to consider now is how to resolve this matter and where the future path of our Shadow Clan lies—not listen to you spout nonsense here."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure beside him immediately retorted.
"The Demon Race has completely abandoned us. Once the Human Race army arrives, we definitely won't be able to resist. I suggest abandoning our territory and moving the entire clan to the Demon Race, begging for their protection."
"Bullshit! Our Shadow Clan has lived in this place for tens of millions—hundreds of millions—of years. And now, just because the Human Race gave us a scare, we're supposed to retreat altogether? What kind of crap are you talking about?"
"The Human Race has more than fifty known True Lords, while what about us? Our entire clan has countless trillions of people. What's more, the Human Race has an Ancestral Land backing them. Even in the entire world, the Human Race is considered one of the great races."
"And us? We have only this foundation in the Eastern Continent. If we lose, our Shadow Clan will vanish into the river of history. Besides, the Shadow Clan has only nine True Lords. What do you think we should do?"
"Even so, we can't abandon our territory. The moment we do, our Shadow Clan will become the laughingstock of every major race in the Eastern Continent. We'll never be able to hold our heads up again. Even in death, I would have no face to meet our ancestors."
"And if we don't abandon it, we wait for the clan to be exterminated? After the clan is exterminated, you'll have even less face to meet the ancestors."
The entire hall was thick with the smell of gunpowder.