Chapter 359

Something had definitely gone terribly wrong with the aquatic race, but cursing wouldn't solve the problem. The aquatic race had to come, otherwise, they were no match for the humans.

"Long Aotian, this battle was planned by your aquatic race. That's not what you said when you contacted us before. Now that we've drawn in many of the humans' experts, your aquatic race says you're not coming? That's not appropriate, is it?"

"Doesn't this just mean you've sold us out?"

They had to make the aquatic race come; that was the Wisdom Tiger Demon King's thought. But facing this, Long Aotian replied indifferently:

"That was planned by the Long Wang and you guys; what does that have to do with me, Long Aotian? If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go find the Long Wang. Alright, that's it."

After saying this, Long Aotian hung up the bloodline connection, leaving the Tiger clan Demon Kings fuming with rage.

"Damn it, this Long Aotian is bullying us too much!"

"Exactly! You say you're not coming, so you're not coming? Damn it!"

"I said long ago that this aquatic race is unreliable, but you guys wouldn't believe me."

"What do we do now?"

Let them go find the old Long Wang? That old dragon is dead; where the hell am I supposed to find him?

Without the aquatic race, how can they fight the humans? There's simply no chance of winning.

Having been played, completely played, the Demon Kings eventually turned their gazes toward the Wisdom Tiger Demon King.

After all, he was the strategist of the Tiger clan and had the most ideas; right now, they had to rely on him.

But facing the gazes of the Demon Kings, the Wisdom Tiger Demon King also wanted to curse out loud.

He was the strategist of the Tiger clan, sure, but he wasn't a god! In this situation, what kind of idea could he possibly have?

"I'll contact the other Demon Kings."

He finally said just this, and then contacted the demon tribes on other battlefields, such as Ape Mountain.

And upon learning that the Long Wang had been killed and the aquatic race was withdrawing from the war, all the Demon Kings were dumbfounded.

You can play like this? If you weren't coming, why didn't you say so earlier? You had to wait until we were already fighting the humans, and now your aquatic race wants to just walk away?

They were burning with rage, but anger aside, the problem still had to be solved.

The Demon Kings soon began to discuss what to do next.

The aquatic race's move was completely incomprehensible to the demon tribes of the Eastern Continent; it had simply screwed them all over.

The final result of their discussion was that they had no choice but to seek peace—to negotiate with the humans. There was no other way.

But peace negotiations were definitely not something you could just talk about. You want to fight, so you fight; you want to talk, so you talk—how could the humans possibly agree?

That would require paying a huge price.

"Let's negotiate."

"But the humans will definitely demand an exorbitant price."

"Then what do you suggest? Keep fighting? The aquatic race isn't playing anymore; how are we supposed to fight on our own?"

"Sigh, Wisdom Tiger, what is your opinion?"

"Negotiate. This is the only way."

"Alright."

Even the Wisdom Tiger Demon King nodded, and the other Demon Kings didn't say anything more, only cursing the aquatic race to vent their anger.

"Damn it, from now on, I'll kill every East Sea aquatic creature I see."

"Hmph, if it weren't for the offshore array, I would have charged into the East Sea and killed that Long Aotian myself."

"If you ask me, we should just join forces with the humans and wipe out the aquatic race first."

They were so angry they were even considering joining forces with the humans. The aquatic race was also part of the demon race, but the hatred the Demon Kings felt for them now clearly far exceeded their hatred for the humans.

They wished they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

This time, the aquatic race had harmed the demon tribes of the Eastern Continent significantly. At the same time, another group had also been harmed by the aquatic race: the demonic cultivators.

Because the war had broken out, all the major sects had focused their energy on the battlefield, so their defenses in the rear had naturally been greatly reduced.

This gave those demonic cultivators an opportunity.

Demonic cultivators who had been hiding deeply in their daily lives all emerged, starting to stir up trouble in the rear.

They were certain that the major sects had no time to pay attention to them; it was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity that gave them hope for the rise of the demonic path.

Once the major sects and the demon race were both exhausted, it would be time for the demonic path to come out and reap the rewards.

In a forbidden area, a group of demonic giants gathered together. Each of them was a Saint Realm expert, wearing black robes, and each of them sneered.

"The war is getting more and more intense. Hehe, the time has finally come for us to emerge."