The Cloud Frontier Beast Venerable snorted at those words. "Negotiate? You think you're worthy?"
"If you want to negotiate with me, have your sect master come instead. You alone have no chance of standing on equal footing with me."
The Grass Louse True Lord's gaze chilled. "It seems you intend to fight us to the bitter end, Beast Venerable."
Their willingness to offer peace talks to the Demon Race did not mean they feared them. They simply wanted to minimize casualties among the disciples on the front lines.
The Cloud Frontier had long since ceased to be as peaceful as it appeared.
Against the backdrop of the war between the two races, other outside forces also wanted to intervene and thrust a foot into the Cloud Frontier.
Several months ago, the Mystic Flame Horned Beetle Sovereign of the Shu Frontier's Illusionless Gu Sect had reappeared in the Cloud Frontier, with someone suspected of breeding them on a large scale behind the scenes.
Then people from the Final Shadow Gate had emerged, ambushing and killing Golden Wing Sect disciples.
All this suggested that the Cloud Frontier would likely soon fall into fresh turmoil.
And while the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman reaped the rewards.
If the Golden Wing Sect continued fighting the Demon Race to the death at a time like this, they would merely be sewing wedding robes for someone else.
What they needed to do now, therefore, was preserve as much of their effective fighting strength as possible, so they could respond when the crisis came.
Before the battle, Hua Wujiang had raised this matter with the Cloud Frontier Beast Venerable, but the latter had refused to set aside his arrogance and negotiate with the Golden Wing Sect.
Left with no alternative, they could only use force to