Elder Golan said with a heavy heart.
Knowing well that he was being used as a pawn, he dared not refuse.
In the midst of their conversation, three Eighth-order Strongmen of their clan unfortunately fell in battle due to exhaustion slowing their reflexes.
Without potions that could instantly restore them, continuing to fight like this would soon lead to a peak in the loss of the Giant Foot Centipede Clan's strongmen.
Accumulating some foundation isn't easy, and it can't be all wasted on a moment's impulse.
Shouting "perish together" was just for effect; to actually exchange life for life, Elder Golan hadn't lived enough yet, nor had the other strongmen of the clan.
"Stop!"
The command was issued, but a battlefield with eyes red with killing wasn't one where you could just shout for it to halt.
The war below continued, while the standoff of the strongmen in the sky paused temporarily.
Golan was already very satisfied with this outcome.
