"...How are things outside?"
After a long silence, a cold, sharp voice spoke up.
"Not good,"
another voice, as biting as a frosty wind, replied. "Our clan's warriors have suffered heavy casualties. Although they were all Low Grade clansmen, the Human Race's Primordial Demon Palace is intentionally using them as cannon fodder. This is unacceptable!"
"Hmph! These Human Race Cultivators never had good intentions. They're making our clan pay such a high price just so they can seize territory and gather Soul Crystals. When have they ever cared about our interests?"
an elderly voice said, filled with dissatisfaction.
"Exactly. On paper, we're allies, but those cunning humans just want to use our power to fulfill their own ambitions!"
yet another voice added.
