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Chapter 885: Chapter 891: The End
The deep sea, the Crystal Palace.
Nearly all of the Fifth-order Great Devils of the Sea Clan had arrived.
The matter they were about to discuss would determine the course of the great battle known as the "War of Recovery."
Should it cease there, ending the great war, or should they continue to mobilize a large number of Water Devils to join the fray, to fight to the death in bloodshed— all of these decisions were to emerge from their heated debates!
"We cannot end the great war so easily! Sign a contract with the Cultivators! Have the deaths of our fellow tribesmen been in vain?" One Flood Dragon was the first to speak out, shouting passionately, as if agreeing to cease-fire were the crime of the Sea Clan.
"Do you know how many Water Devils have died these past few years? This is called cutting losses! Do you have the confidence to defeat the Cultivators?" A strange-looking Great Devil with a rare appearance coldly questioned.
Seeing the Flood Dragon rendered silent, it sneered and continued, "You have no confidence! If we let you lead a hundred thousand of your tribe into battle now, how many could you bring back? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"
The reason this Great Devil was so aggressive and uncompromising toward the leader of the Flood Dragon Clan was that almost all of its tribesmen who had gone to war had perished!
Only those who had remained behind to protect their homeland were left, and most of them were the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled! They were already treading on the red line of racial extinction!
How could it not be angry, outraged by such a result?
Your Flood Dragon Clan is wealthy and vast; you hardly care about such losses, but these smaller clans can’t handle it! They’ve already been unable to bear it!
Previously, there were the lovely visions of breaking into the near seas and plundering the Cultivators, but under the current situation, how could they continue to fight? What price would have to be paid to overcome those Cultivators?
Even if they defeated these Cultivators, there were still numerous Cultivators in the eastern and central domains!
"If the war continues, my Long Lantern Luminous Fish Clan will be completely annihilated!"
Thus, the Great Devil firmly stated, "In the upcoming battles, the Long Lantern Luminous Fish Clan will not send any tribe members!"
The first statement resonated strongly, striking the hearts of the medium and small Devil Race Great Devils; they shared the same concerns, didn’t they?
In fact, except for the Flood Dragon Clan, only large clans like the Deep Sea Mysterious Serpent and the Thousand Water Treasure Turtle were considering continuing the fight with the Cultivators.
Because they could afford such expenses.
On the contrary, the medium and small-sized clans all refused to participate in the upcoming great war.
To them, why pay such a high price to claim the barren and desolate near seas when the vast expanse of the Distant Sea was good enough?
As for the so-called ancestral lands of the Sea Clan and considerations for the future, they cared even less.
Thus, the Sea Clan internally split into two factions, one for continuing the war, the other for peace, and endless quarrels ensued, with neither side convincing the other.
The pro-war faction was stronger, all from large clans, while the pro-peace faction seemed numerous and had rallied many forces.
"Arguing will not solve the problem, let’s do it this way: if you wish to continue the great war with the Cultivators, then go ahead on your own, we will not accompany you." With that, the Great Devil prepared to leave the Crystal Palace.
If it were the only one to leave, it would not have mattered, but the other Fifth-order Great Devils also followed!
"Ugh! Haven’t they thought that although we’ve suffered heavy losses, the Cultivators’ losses are not small either!" sighed a certain Flood Dragon.
But given how things had developed to this extent, it was no longer necessary to initiate a great war.
The Flood Dragon and other large clans were not foolish to confront the Cultivators with just their few families’ power.
Thus, the Sea Clan took the initiative to invite the Cultivators for peace talks.
It was a form of capitulation, softening their stance.
Half a month later.
The reason for such a long wait was that both sides needed time to prepare and judge.
In the sky bordering the cobalt near seas and the dark distant seas,
Four Cultivators at the Divine Transformation Completion Stage and four Fifth-order perfection Great Devils faced each other.
They were the ones appointed to lead the negotiations between the two tribes.
"The Sea Clan has been defeated, first, one must compensate our side with ten million Spirit Stones, or equivalent value Spiritual Objects."
"Second, a new contract must be signed, the same borderlines as before, no Fourth Order Great Devils stepping into the near sea for five thousand years!"
The third...
The Cultivator side proposed more than a dozen conditions.
The more the Great Devils listened, the uglier their faces became, but they did not reject it offhand, suppressing their anger, and stated, "We cannot agree to such harsh conditions!"
"Which part do you find unsuitable? We can discuss it," said the Cultivators with a smiling demeanor.
Negotiations were merely an extension of war; if you couldn’t win on the battlefield, how could you possibly win at the negotiation table?!
Therefore, the Cultivators were not worried at all; they already stood on invincible ground!
The Great Devils continuously modified or vetoed contract terms unfavorable to the Sea Clan.
After reading their revised versions, the Cultivators shook their heads and said, "Since you have no sincerity, then forget it, let’s continue on the battlefield!"
Hearing this, the Great Devils did not panic, calmly stating, "Just put forward your bottom line, and let’s discuss it together."
For the content of the contract, the eight beings at the Divine Transformation Completion Stage stayed in the clouds for more than a month until a satisfactory agreement for both parties was finally reached.
Then both sides took oaths, the contract was achieved, and they dispersed.
In fact, this newly signed contract had little difference from the one thousands of years ago, still prohibiting Fourth Order Great Devils from entering the near sea, among others.
Another important point was the Sea Clan’s compensation as the losing party!
The Sea Clan would provide Spiritual Objects worth ten million Spirit Stones, of which forty percent had to be Fifth-order Spiritual Objects.
But to be honest, these Spiritual Objects would hardly fall into the hands of the small and medium forces; they had long been divided among the major powers, and by the time they were distributed, they had already been converted into Spirit Stones.
But the worst affected were the Loose Cultivators; they probably would not see much in the way of Spirit Stones.
"The Sea Clan has conceded defeat!" n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
This great news spread rapidly as soon as the contract was signed, and the Cultivators who knew of it were all thrilled and excited.
This great war has lasted many days, spanning two to three years, and now, at last, it was over!
As of today, a sense of war-weariness had grown in most Cultivators’ hearts, after all, seeing familiar faces leave was excruciatingly painful.
Countless beings perished in the great war, and not just those from the Sea Clan and Cultivators, but also Demon Cultivators and members of the Devil Race!
The Demon Cultivators sought to take advantage of the chaos, and naturally, the Devil Race did not want to miss this excellent opportunity.
But compared to the Demon Cultivators, the Devil Race had a more formidable destructive force.
The Devil Race was widely distributed, except in the central region where they were few, one could see the presence of the Devil Race everywhere.
So many members of the Devil Race emerged to stir up trouble; the isolated commoners suffered the most, being the primary targets of the Devil Race!
But as the great war ended and the Cultivators returned, the good days of the Devil Race were over.
If they did not understand to restrain themselves, then they might as well take a trip down the Underworld Road.
