Han Li watched as Long Han released a soundproof barrier and took out a few small flags, forming a wall of fog to isolate them from the outside world. He could not help but remain silent, thinking about something.
There weren't many cultivators here. Apart from the eccentrics trapped in the blood barriers, there were only twenty or so.
These people naturally represented the majority of the factions participating in the battle.
"Fellow Daoist Long, what on earth has happened? The Moulan people suddenly don't want to continue fighting," Master Sunreach said.
"It's indeed a little strange. We've already fought to this point. Could it be that the other party still wants to make peace?" Wei Wuya was also somewhat suspicious.
Long Han bitterly smiled and said, "It isn't wishful thinking. Rather, it is impossible for us to not make peace with them."
