Chapter 668: Chapter 667: Faint Hope
The ancient races’ meeting instantly fell into silence.
The Qilin Clan Leader was correct, setting aside the Hall Master of the Demon God Temple, the mere presence of over three hundred from the Saint Realm was already overwhelming for them.
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
A Clan Leader asked in a deep voice.
It had come to this now.
The Red Moon Wolf Clan had also convened an ancient council, and in the end, they had to come up with a solution.
Although they were faced with a formidable enemy, they couldn’t just watch the Red Moon Wolf Clan be annihilated.
If the Red Moon Wolf Clan were destroyed, then the strength of their ancient races would be weakened.
"Let the Red Moon Wolf Clan surrender. By paying some price, I believe the Demon God Temple will back off,"
Upon hearing the Qilin Clan Leader’s words, Wolf Dust immediately became furious, standing up abruptly with eyes full of murderous intent as he looked at him.
"Are you joking? Now that the Demon God Temple is attacking us, you don’t help, and you even tell me to surrender?"
"Hmm, looking for reconciliation now means it has to be done like this. Otherwise, the Red Moon Wolf Clan will soon cease to exist. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this time our Qilin Clan will not participate. I don’t want my people to sacrifice themselves in vain because of the Red Moon Wolf Clan,"
The stance of the Qilin Clan Leader was already quite clear.
This mess was of your own making, so you need to figure out how to solve it.
Otherwise, just wait for your extinction, and don’t think about dragging us down with you.
Hearing his words, Wolf Dust exploded with rage, about to curse out loud when the Mang Jiao Clan Leader spoke up.
"According to the information we’ve received, all the subordinate races of the Red Moon Wolf Clan have been annihilated. These messages have just come out, but in fact, they happened several days ago. At the same time, the human realm forces have taken no action, and no one has gone to those races,"
Hearing this, a shiver went through Wolf Dust’s heart and the other ancient races also fell silent.
The expression of the Qilin Clan Leader turned somewhat ugly as he sighed deeply and said, "Wolf Dust, you might as well give up. To wipe out more than a dozen races simultaneously would require at least a hundred from the Saint Realm. If it were indeed the humans, we would have definitely received the news. I know you want us to join forces, but even if we did, there is no way for the Red Moon Wolf Clan to survive. If the human realm forms an alliance with the Demon God Temple, you will be the first to die."
"Moreover, the consequences of doing so would make the human realm stronger, and eventually, no other ancient race will be able to avoid it."
The Qilin Clan Leader was actually aware of Wolf Dust’s thoughts, which is why he refused immediately.
"Surrendering might make the Dao Realm laugh at us, but at least our clan’s foundation will still be there. Otherwise, once our race is gone, regret will be too late,"
What the Qilin Clan Leader said also made sense; they could join forces, but the Red Moon Wolf Clan was doomed to be unable to be preserved.
If the Demon God Temple really wants to kill you, then you must defend yourselves.
The other Clan Leaders of the ancient races opened their mouths to speak but ultimately failed to utter a word.
Clearly, they too agreed with the Qilin Clan Leader’s viewpoint, advising Wolf Dust to soften his stance.
The reality was now laid bare before them; the Demon God Temple had no connection to the human realm, and they had no need to offend the Demon God Temple for the sake of the Red Moon Wolf Clan.
And the consequences of their union would be severe.
A single human realm was already giving them significant trouble, so if the Demon God Temple were added to that mix, how could they possibly contend against it?
For their own benefit, the other ancient races began to persuade Wolf Dust.
Their attitude was very clear: your hope for our assistance is impossible, and don’t even think of implicating us.
The ancient races were originally several different races that had only united due to the overwhelming strength of the human realm—privately, each harbored their own agendas.
After the Qilin Clan Leader’s persuasion, it was impossible for them to band together now.
Wolf Dust was left with only two options.
One was to surrender.
The other was to resist alone.
"Haha, Wolf Dust will remember today’s events. I hope that when you are targeted by the Demon God Temple in the future you won’t come to me for help."
Wolf Dust’s face was extraordinarily ugly as he snorted coldly and left directly.
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"Damn the Qilin Clan!"
Inside the palace of the Red Moon Wolf Clan, Wolf Dust furiously smashed objects around.
It took a long time for his mood to calm down, and then he said to the guards, "Summon the elders."
Soon, the upper echelon of the Red Moon Wolf Clan gathered.
"Clan Leader, what did the ancient tribes say?"
An elder hastily asked Wolf Dust.
This elder also possessed the strength of the eighth level of the Saint Realm. He was a slumbering elder of the Red Moon Wolf Clan who would not normally wake unless there were significant reasons.
"Heh, them?"
Wolf Dust said through gritted teeth, "They are nothing but cowards afraid of the Demon God Temple joining forces with the human race; they simply refuse to unite."
"And they even asked us to surrender, to pay a price."
"Isn’t the Demon God Temple part of the human race?"
The elder’s brow furrowed at once.
"We don’t know yet, but it’s likely unrelated to the human race. It might be a power from the previous era that’s awakened,"
Wolf Dust nodded and answered.
Upon hearing this, the high-ranking members looked at each other in shock, having not expected the Demon God Temple to not be part of the human race.
However, they knew that if the Demon God Temple wasn’t affiliated with the human race, then these ancient tribes wouldn’t be joining hands.
After all, it was to oppose the human race that the ancient tribes had united. Now, with the Demon God Temple appearing unrelated to the human race, they also feared the human race might take advantage of the situation.
If that happened, the ancient tribes would be in trouble.
"Perhaps, Clan Leader, we should just pay the price?"
One of the middle-stage Saint Realm elders said hesitantly.
This was the eighth elder of the Red Moon Wolf Clan.
Upon hearing this statement, everyone else fell silent.
Though they didn’t openly support or object, Wolf Dust’s complexion turned even uglier.
Clearly, his tribesmen had lost their fighting spirit. Payment of a price was akin to surrender, wasn’t it?
Only losers needed to pay a price.
Once they surrendered this time, when could they rise again?
"Wolf Dust, go and contact the people from the Demon God Temple and see what price we need to pay. Although it’s our shame, if the Red Moon Wolf Clan perishes, then there would be nothing left,"
the elder said bitterly.
Without the help of the ancient tribes, how could the Red Moon Wolf Clan withstand the Demon God Temple?
"You all spread the word and see how the Demon God Temple can be persuaded to stop!"
Wolf Dust’s face was pale; he seemed to age several years as he said these words.
He had the spirit to fight against the Demon God Temple, but considering his own clan, he ultimately caved in.
The elder was right; if they were annihilated, there would be nothing left.
But if their tribespeople were still alive, then they would have a chance to rise again.
As the Red Moon Wolf Clan and a dozen affiliated tribes fell one after another, the reputation of the Demon God Temple spread throughout the entire Dao Realm.
