Just as Zhan Ling was about to chew on three more Frost Wolves, a voice came.
"Agreed." The Frost Wolf Demon Sovereign and the other three Demon Sovereigns exchanged glances and said.
At first, they didn't have high hopes for the exchange with the Human Clan, but they wanted to see if they could exchange for a Demon Clan Refining Master.
In their value comparison, a Demon Clan's Refining Master was obviously more valuable than thirty million humans.
"Alright, one Demon Clan for thirty thousand humans, let's take it slow and not cheat each other." Zhan Ling said as he put down the Frost Wolf he was about to eat, his expression somewhat regretful.
"Okay." The four Demon Sovereigns had no objections.
Those trapped in the Blood Sea were either their own direct descendants or Celestial Favorites of their clans, who might become Demon Sovereigns in the future. Exchanging them for mere high-level Blood Food humans was nothing but a gain for them.
