Mediation

Dole said, "That may be so, but the human race has only just managed to win a tiny stretch of peace. If all those Level Eight and Nine patriarchs move together, it will provoke a backlash from the Magic Beast world. It simply isn't worth it. The current war is still confined to Level Seven and below; Level Eights cannot act so easily."

"What a headache."

Aixi understood this as well. Ever since an agreement had been reached with the upper ranks of the Magic Beasts several centuries ago, Level Eights and above had scarcely been seen roaming about freely. If dozens of Level Eight and Nine powerhouses truly gathered, the Magic Beasts would certainly tear up the agreement and launch a brazen invasion into human territory.

Level Eight had already reached a terrifying level of power, capable of destroying heaven and earth at a whim. As for Level Nine, there was no need to even mention it.

If more than a dozen Level Eight and Nine powerhouses fought at once, they would probably batter the continent into collapse. It would be utterly terrifying.

So Dole's sense of insufficient strength was real—but was advancing from Level Six to Level Seven really so easy?

After thinking it over, Aixi said, "How about we just stay peacefully in Albis City and ignore it? This is the Empire's business anyway, not ours."

Dole turned his head and looked at Aixi again. "How could it be that easy? We've probably already made it onto Nightmare Patriarch's blacklist. So long as he can dispatch Level Eight power, he can wipe out the two of us. We should stay here and not run around for the time being."

Aixi's heart skipped a beat. Then she pulled Dole tightly into her arms, as though afraid of losing