"If you're unwilling to negotiate, then leave. Do you truly think that we, the Human Race, are begging for your cooperation?"
At this moment, the Dao Inference Saint Heir stepped forward from beside Gu Hao, his gaze meeting those of the dozen or so young Demon Race kings hovering in midair with an exceptionally firm attitude.
"Indeed, negotiation is a matter for both parties. If your Ancient Race is unwilling, you may leave directly."
In the Celestial Human Garden, some Human Race talents also stood up, speaking one after another.
These young kings of the Ancient Race were all arrogant, displaying an air of superiority. Such disregard made it seem as though the Human Race was genuinely pleading for negotiations.
