The fruits of victory seem to be right before their eyes, and the representatives of the Ten Thousand Races appear extremely aggressive.
There are divine beings who actually took out an intricately prepared, magnificent Emperor's Robe on the spot, intending to dress Wu Luo in it.
Yet Wu Luo remained silent.
He lifted his head, first gazing into the depths of the Outer Heaven Chaos, and then his eyes turned towards Chang Xi across from him.
The two looked at each other from afar, their expressions complex.
After a brief silence, Wu Luo finally spoke, uttering two words: "Withdraw troops!"
Upon hearing these words, the representatives of the Ten Thousand Races surrounding him, previously in high spirits, revealed expressions of utmost bewilderment.
Just as they were about to continue urging Wu Luo on, he merely waved his hand slowly.
"I understand everyone's intentions."
His voice was calm and powerful.
