Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

"Hmph!"

Another Water Devil snorted coldly and said, "So what? Are we just going to hand over such a vast sea territory like this? Have you considered the dangers our race will face in the future?"

Both sides held onto their own opinions, refusing to yield, and were at odds with each other.

The argument became so heated that they almost started fighting.

"Enough!"

The Earth Immortal Water Devil, sitting at the head, shouted coldly. Both sides fell silent immediately, bowing their heads and awaiting the decision of this ancestor.

"A battle is certainly necessary; otherwise, the internal conflicts of our race could easily be triggered."

Especially for the tribes that originally lived in this sea area, losing their habitat and source of livelihood, how could they not cause trouble?

"But the sparse Spiritual Energy around us is indeed very disadvantageous to us. If we cannot quickly deal with those cultivators, we will suffer due to a lack of Mana, and the cultivators might take advantage of this, causing heavy casualties."

The Earth Immortal said solemnly, "So I plan to send eighty percent of our forces for a fierce attack on the cultivators, with the remaining twenty percent of our people specifically responsible for support and protection."