Fuxi's words startled everyone. None of them had expected such a strong reaction from him.
After all, they only wanted to recover as much of their losses as possible. Their thinking was simple: offer up plenty of land to satisfy the Human Race's appetite.
That way, the Human Race would not cling to their lands.
But now it seemed that would not work. The Human Race clearly was not buying it.
Wood Spirit was the first to step forward, hurriedly trying to smooth things over. "Please calm your anger, Human Sovereign. How could that possibly be what we meant?"
"Fighting the demon tide concerns the entire Primordial World. Everyone bears responsibility. How could we leave all the work to the Human Race?"
"It is just that everyone has lived on their ancestral lands for so long. Naturally, they are unwilling to surrender them so suddenly."
"Please allow us some time to consider this, Your Majesty. The tangled interests involved need to be carefully sorted out."
Seeing that their approach would not work and that arguments would get them nowhere, these fellows resorted to stalling again.
Fuxi looked at him, rather speechless. Would dragging things out accomplish anything?
"Then go and think it over!"
He watched them as they headed out of the camp.
Just as they were about to leave the camp, Fuxi suddenly spoke.
"By the way, I recently received some news. A massive demon tide has appeared along the Eastern Sea. Under its onslaught, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance has begun to falter and is retreating deeper into the Primordial World."
"If any of you are thinking of returning to the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, you had better consider it carefully. Otherwise, you may bring disaster upon your races."
There was already a threatening edge to Fuxi's words.