After speaking, Gu An cupped his fists, then took his leave.
Yet the Great Elder and others remained resolute.
This battle must be fought.
Even if in the end, only one soldier remains.
....
At the negotiation table in the Divine Falling Mountain Range, the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.
Gu Youshan looked at Xuanyuan Zhou opposite him, whose face was so dark it could almost drip water, and his last shred of hope shattered.
News from the Spirit Alliance had obviously reached here too.
Now the world's opposition to the Divine Race is very high.
Gu An's news had also arrived, and the Spirit Alliance was unwilling to back down, meaning there was no hope for the next round of negotiations.
The Spirit Alliance's trick was equivalent to putting both the Human Race and the Divine Race on a spit...
To put it bluntly, it's a matter of face.
"Elder Xuanyuan," Gu Youshan took a deep breath, making a last effort,
