Bai Ming's courtesy made the Human Race's Great Luo cultivators breathe a sigh of relief.
Although the Loose Cultivator Alliance was not particularly powerful at present.
Although it had several Quasi-Saints holding the fort.
The Human Race had more Great Luo cultivators.
If they really fought.
The odds would probably be seventy-thirty.
The Human Race had only a thirty percent chance of victory.
And that thirty percent already accounted for some hidden trump cards.
If they considered only the Human Race's strength.
The Human Race had no chance of winning at all.
After all, they had already witnessed it.
The gulf between Great Luo cultivators and Quasi-Saints was far too vast.
It simply could not be bridged by numbers.
Although they had a million members of the innate human race.
Among those million innate humans.
Not all were Great Luo cultivators.
Even if they had a million Great Luo cultivators, what good would that do?
The Loose Cultivator Alliance did not have just one or two Quasi-Saints.
It had more than a dozen.
Those dozen or so Quasi-Saints alone.
Were beyond what the current Human Race could handle.
Now that the Primordial World had risen in level and its spiritual energy had grown denser.
Quasi-Saints had begun to emerge more readily.
The Loose Cultivator Alliance alone had more than a dozen Quasi-Saints.
Let alone the Beast Emperor Palace and the Demon Heavenly Court.
So.
The Human Race truly did not want war.
After all, the Human Race had only just come into existence.
As long as they had enough time to grow.
The innate humans were confident they could make the Human Race the strongest race in the Primordial World.
Suiren Shi pondered for a moment, then asked, "Then how do you think we should resolve this, Fellow Daoist Bai