"On behalf of the Kingdom of Terwa, I agree to your terms."

The first agreeing representative appeared.

More and more people followed.

Some spoke casually but needed to return for further deliberation.

More representatives just directly agreed.

Kana’s figure dissolved into the sunlight like a thin fog, silently dissipating from the divine throne.

This time, Kana genuinely left, no longer following the meeting.

The suffocating divine presence faded away with him, and the tense air in the hall abruptly relaxed, replaced by heavy post-disaster panting and rapidly rising clamor.

Blake and Bobo exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The objective was achieved, at least on the surface, these unruly representatives chose survival.

But the real trouble was just beginning.

"As you all... have recognized my Lord’s will, a ceasefire is the top priority," Blake’s voice remained steady and powerful, yet lacked the absolute oppression from earlier divine intervention, "then, we proceed to specific details. The primary issue: the delineation of neutral zones in the current conflict areas of each continent and the stationing of troops."

His words were like igniting a keg of gunpowder.

"Ceasefire is acceptable!"

The werewolf warlord Grom roared first, glaring with crimson eyes at a lizardman leader with a robust build and clad in scale armor seated across the long table, "But ’Blood Claw Gorge’ must be returned to our Teval Empire! It’s our ancestors’ burial ground occupied by these cold-blooded reptiles for almost a hundred years!"

The Teval Empire is indeed the Beastman Empire.

Lizardmen were originally part of the Beastman Empire, but they split away a hundred years ago, forming an alliance with some similar cold-blooded intelligent beings.

Their conflicts are very serious, and lizardmen took advantage of the intensified internal conflicts within the Beastman Empire in recent years to cause some trouble.

They are considered enemies.

The lizardman leader Salamose hissed, his forked tongue darting rapidly, slit pupils flashing with dangerous light: "Hiss... Grom, your ancestor’s bones have long rotted away! The gorge is now the ’Deep Swamp Nobles’ breeding grounds! End of the world?"

"We must first resolve our living space! To relinquish the gorge, unless the Night Watchers find us an equally prosperous wetland!"

For the Beastman Empire, this gorge is more of a facade project, a superficial significance.

But for the lizardmen, it is related to survival.

"Silence!"

Bobo’s slender paw slammed on the silent stone table, producing a crisp explosion, runes flickered at her claw tips, instantly suppressing the fury of both sides with a chilling aura of order.

Gentle slide.

The magic-formed map was presented to everyone.

"’Blood Claw Gorge’ is located at the junction of the Northern and Southern Marshes, designated as a node in the planned united defense line! It will be marked as a permanent neutral zone, jointly garrisoned by symbolic guards from the Night Watchers, the Holy Light Church, and both sides! Ownership disputes will be settled post-war according to contributions! Now, shut up and follow the arrangement!"

"Wait, wait, wait, what is meant by a united defense line node?"

The lizardman representative, Salamose, quickly raised his hand and asked, feeling something was amiss.

They came merely to contend and provoke the Night Watchers.

But it seemed there were actual plans for this place.

Blake took this opportunity to say: "While we were focused on the Evil God crisis and civil war, the Void’s Vanguard Army had already arrived.

"The initial vanguard arrived over a decade ago, and now more are entering this world. I trust you are somewhat familiar with this."

Blake’s gaze swept over the representatives present.

Some nodded, some seemed confused, and some had unpleasant expressions.

Though unspoken, evidently they were affected to varying degrees.

"Are you saying there will be a Void Rift here?"

Grom asked with a furrowed brow; it’s not good news.

"Can you confirm?" Salamose asked hastily.

Bobo nodded.

"We have our observation model; this is a very dangerous area, long marked, even if there isn’t a Void Rift now, when crisis arrives, here will certainly be the first breakthrough point."

The so-called observation model and danger level can be discussed later, but now’s not the time for an in-depth dialogue.

Grom and Salamose both growled resentfully, sitting back unwillingly.

It seems the threat from the opposing party is temporarily not as severe as the Void threat.

At this moment, Elf Prince Orian Morningstar elegantly adjusted his sleeves, as if the previous conflict was merely irrelevant background noise.

"The designation of neutral zones, the Night Watchers presumably have plans. But the ratio of stationed troops and command power is key." His gaze passed over Blake and Bobo, carrying a subtle scrutiny, "Our Elf Race’s ’Emerald Star Forest’ Magic Tower is a crucial node against Void Energy erosion.

"The United Army stationed here, the Mage units must be under the unified command of our high-level Magic Masters to ensure the stability and efficiency of the Magic Barrier. Other races... can dispatch auxiliary forces."

Obviously, Tate Continent is vast.

It couldn’t be devoid of Void Rift nodes.