He agreed?
At those words, the demons and False Gods below all looked astonished.
They had never expected the Ape Demon Tribe chief to agree so readily, without the slightest hesitation.
The human Cultivator was a little surprised too.
He had thought that, as the envoy, he would have to work hard to persuade the chief. But the chief's decisive answer left everything else he had prepared to say unused.
The Ape Demon Tribe chief sneered. "What? I agreed too quickly, and now you're unhappy? Would it seem more natural if I waited until both sides had fought to the point of devastating losses before agreeing?"
The human Cultivator's expression cleared.
"As expected of the chief of the demons and False Gods. Straight to the point. Very well, I'll return and report your answer."
He understood what the chief meant. At this stage of the fighting, neither side wanted the Natives to reap the spoils while they fought like a snipe and a clam.
No one had known what the Natives were thinking. But now that they had a clue to their intentions, neither the humans nor the demons and False Gods wanted them entering the fray when the slaughter was at its worst.
By then, neither side would be able to stop them. Only death would await.
They might as well cooperate before that happened. Perhaps they could even gain something from it.
The human Cultivator soon left without lingering.
Only the demons and False Gods remained.
The Ape Demon Tribe chief looked at his restless tribesmen and sneered. "I know some of you question my decision. But with things as they are, this is the only workable path. If you still have doubts, I have three words for you—no mercy given!"
As those words left his mouth, a