When Fu Changqing heard this, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.

On this sacred land, their human race's power is still too weak.

If the demon race attacks with all its strength, the human race will not be able to hold on for long.

"Holy envoys, you have to make the decision for me." Fu Changqing begged bitterly.

Qian Feng said impatiently: "Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs. We are not here to seek justice for you. If you have the ability, just resist the monsters on your own. Don't beg us all the time."

Before, Qian Feng said that these monsters were vulnerable to a single blow.

However, in fact, it was himself who was vulnerable.

A trace of resentment flashed in Fu Changqing's eyes, but he hid it well.

"Fu Changqing, let's do this. Just negotiate peace with the demon clan. No matter what conditions the other party proposes, just accept them and don't resist. As long as you two clans no longer go to war, this matter will be over." Qian Feng's old story

Be generous.

The pterodactyl laughed and said: "Okay, as long as you achieve your wishes, I don't have any objections."

After saying that, he opened his mouth unceremoniously: "You humans are sending 50 million people as slaves, plus tens of billions of spiritual stones, and the territory of ten sects. We will go back now."

When the other monsters heard what the pterosaur said, they all showed knowing smiles.

The human race will never agree to the conditions offered by the monsters.

Even if the human race agrees and gives conditions, the initiative is in the hands of their monsters. They can regret it whenever they want.

Fu Changqing's heart trembled when he heard such a price.

No matter which condition it is, it is as painful as cutting flesh for the current Shentu people.

There are not many human races in Shentu. Whether they are monks or mortals, if they take out 50 million people, their vitality will definitely be severely damaged.

As for spiritual stones, the human race's territory is already lacking in resources. Normally, even the appearance of a small spiritual mine would cause various sects to fight.

There are so many spiritual stones that the human race can’t get out yet.

And the territory of ten sects is even more nonsense.

There are very few monk sects in the entire human race, let alone ten sects that have given up their land.

The demon clan has no intention of negotiating peace at all.

"Hurry up and agree to him. Do you want to wait until the territory is broken and everyone is killed?" Qian Feng immediately shouted to Chang Qing.

As long as the task can be completed.

As for the human race in the divine land, who will care about their life and death?

Fu Changqing's face looked ugly. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."

Qian Feng smiled and patted Fu Changqing's shoulder: "This is how to understand current affairs."

He was very sure that Fu Changqing must do what he said.

Otherwise, once the demon clan captures the territory of the human race, it is unknown whether he will be able to survive, not to mention whether he can go to heaven in the future.

"If I do this, I am afraid that I will be a sinner of the human race, and my position as leader of the alliance will probably be lost." Fu Changqing sighed.

Qian Feng said confidently: "What are you afraid of? If there is some blood at this time, the human race can take the opportunity to thrive and regain its strength."

Seeing that the two sides were about to reach an agreement soon, Lu Yu suddenly frowned: "The competition is not over yet, are you going to give up now?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Changqing's originally bitter face immediately softened.

Yes, the competition is not over yet.

If Lu Yu could win, it would be a draw at most, and then the human race would still not be considered a loser.
Chapter completed!