Five-Colored Cloud Wings

Dream Demon Ancestor's words made the great hall even quieter. A pin drop could have been heard.

Join forces with the other races? Easier said than done! These peak races were suspicious of one another, openly and secretly competing. Getting them to join hands was nothing more than a fool's dream.

A Universe Master with curved horns growing from his head could not help but speak. "Dream Demon Ancestor, will the other races agree? Especially the Zerg Race—they have a blood feud with the Human Race."

Dream Demon Ancestor glanced at him and said flatly, "They have to agree even if they don't want to! The Demon Race shares a border with the Human Race. If the Human Race makes a move, we will be their first target! Do you want to watch the Demon Race be gradually devoured and ultimately destroyed?"

There was a trace of chill in his voice, and the Universe Master immediately did not dare say another word.

Another Universe Master cautiously asked, "Then how should we negotiate with them? Those races aren't fools either!"

"Fools?" Shock Demon Ancestor snorted coldly. "They should all know what the Human Race gained in Flowing Cloud Valley this time. If they do not want the Human Race to dominate alone, they must unite!"

After pondering for a moment, Dream Demon Ancestor added, "We can promise that once we have jointly resisted the Human Race, we will redraw the territories. We can even offer part of our territory to the races within those loose alliances!"

As soon as those words were spoken, a burst of discussion erupted in the great hall.

"Give up part of our territory? Have you gone mad?"

A burly Demon Race Universe Master roared, spraying saliva all over the face of an alluring female Universe Master