"No, I think those foreign races already know where we are."
Li Xin shook his head slightly. Before he could continue, a Mystic Yang soldier appeared before them.
"General, there are foreign races who want to see you!"
The Mystic Yang soldiers said to them with a serious expression.
"They're here!"
A strange look flashed across Li Xin's eyes. He looked at the other three and nodded slightly.
"Let them through."
Lin Zifeng waved his hand and gestured for the soldiers to bring the foreign race over to meet him.
"The foreign races probably want us to deal with the Mandrill race with them. They might even promise us something."
"After all, our goal is to deal with the Mandrill race. We can borrow the power of the foreign races."
The foreign races had not been brought in yet, so Li Xin suggested to the three of them.
"General Li, why don't you negotiate with the foreign races?"
