The War Spirit Hall Master took a deep breath and solemnly said, "Great Hall Master, let us declare war!"
The other Hall Masters shouted in unison, "Yes, declare war, these conditions must not be accepted!"
"We must make the Black Profound Race pay a bloody price!"
"Fight to the death, when have we, the White Profound Race, ever feared them?"
"Please give the order, Great Hall Master!"
Everyone knew such conditions could not be agreed to.
If we were to hand over those things, the White Profound Race would truly fall into an abyss of no return.
Yet the Great Hall Master hesitated to make a decision.
A glimmer of regret flickered in her eyes, "If we declare war now, Sage Jiang will certainly be executed."
The other Hall Masters clenched their fists tightly, and a prolonged silence filled the cave.
After a long time, the Master of the Hall of Light slowly spoke, "But if we agree to those conditions, our race will decline and might even be devoured by the other Three Races..."
