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"Elder Cricton, you don't need to worry. The seniors aren't afraid, so why should we be?" Gerbind urged.

Dallas sighed helplessly. "Since you all suggest going, let's go together, then."

It was not that he was afraid. As the vice commander of the Divine Strategy Squadron, he was considered a pillar by the senior experts of the reclusive sects. He had to consider the bigger picture.

In the secular martial arts world, those at the Mystique Loyalty Realm were the pinnacle of combat power. Among the reclusive sects, however, it was those at the Profound Oriental Realm that were the pinnacle of combat power. Across all the reclusive sects in Drakonia, there were about 50 individuals who were at the Profound Oriental Realm. About 20 of them had entered the secret realm, which was half of Drakonia's greatest combat powers.

It was why he did not dare gamble and risk pushing the ten Profound Oriental Realm experts with them into a pit of fire.

Seeing everyone so eager to seize this opportunity, however, he had to support them.

Merrick was right. They still had the Chaos Tower to fall back on, so they should not face total annihilation.

After pondering for some time, Dallas finally said, "Elder Sands, please direct the Chaos Tower over."

"Alright." Eric nodded in agreement and then had everyone enter the tower.

Suddenly, Dante's head snapped up, and he looked into the distance. "The Western cultivators are coming..."

All the Profound Oriental Realm experts' eyes narrowed as they looked in the direction Dante was staring at.

Merrick frowned. "It's only two people. It doesn't look like they're here to cause trouble."

Bluster glanced at him indifferently and replied, "If they're not here to cause trouble, could they be here to negotiate?"

"It's not impossible. As I mentioned before, Nash severely injured Alto. They must be wary of us. We've already gained the upper hand in the secret realm. If they want to stay, they have no choice but to negotiate for peace with us," Dante surmised. "Begging for peace because they can't win? Where do they get off thinking it's that easy? Wasn't it just the other day they rained fire upon us?" Ryan retorted arrogantly.

"Let's wait and see. We can't be sure they're here to seek peace yet." Knowing Ryan's temperament, Eric could only try to soothe the situation.

Dallas nodded as well and agreed.

"Nash is in seclusion. If we get

embroiled in battle again, we'll be the ones at a disadvantage. Everyone came here seeking opportunities and fortune. It's best if we can coexist peacefully. Drakonia advocates peace; constant fighting is pointless."

Hearing Dallas' words, Ryan reluctantly shut his mouth. It was unwise for him to have Nash's temper but not his strength to back it up.

Maidee and Bobbit did not land directly on the mountain but rather two kilometers away at the foot of the mountain. They did this to show their respect and intention for peace.

The moment they landed, Dante, Merrick, Bluster, and Dallas swiftly appeared before them.

Staff in one hand, Maidee placed the other hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly. "Greetings, my friends from the East!"

Bobbit had his hands in his pockets as he assumed a proud posture of strength.

"Why have you come to see us?" Dallas asked calmly.

Maidee smiled slightly and responded, "We're here to discuss peace."

Dante and the others exchanged glances at these words. They had hit the nail on the head. The Westerners were indeed here to seek peace.

Dallas eyed Maidee warily and asked, "Is it because of that treasure?"

"That treasure is a sacred relic of ours. We hope you'll relinquish it to us," Maidee answered honestly.

"Why should we?" Bluster asked coldly. "You rained fire from the sky and harmed many of our young cultivators. Now that you no longer have the upper hand, you want peace? How convenient!"

The Unfettered Sect disciples

managed to escape danger due to their right choices, but the young disciples from the other four major sects undoubtedly suffered greatly. These young cultivators were the future of Drakonia's reclusive sects.

The rain of fire had significantly impacted the prospects of these four sects for the next hundred years.

Conflicts between sects were common, but they would not tolerate being bullied by outsiders.

Maidee smiled and said, "I apologize for our previous actions. Isn't there this saying in the Drakonia that with fights come acquaintances? We fought, so we can now be

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considered friends brought together through martial arts, no?"