A towering storm rose above the Corpse Burying River, countless Black Warriors emerged from the riverbed, surrounding Lin Bai's Spirit Boat.
The Black Sky Ancestor sneered coldly, "Little brat of the Sky-swallowing Clan, I didn't expect you would dare come to the Corpse Burying River. Are you here to court death?"
"I am here to negotiate terms," Lin Bai looked at the Black Sky Ancestor and said calmly.
The Black Sky Ancestor retorted mockingly, "Do you really think we'd negotiate terms with our enemy?"
Lin Bai remained expressionless and spoke, "Of course, I have no absolute confidence, but I still want to give it a try."
The Black Sky Ancestor laughed, "Then, I'm curious to know what terms you're planning to negotiate?"
Lin Bai's eyes flashed briefly, whispering, "You mentioned before that your tribe fell to this state because of the Sky-swallowing Clan and the Giant God Clan. And the reason you all can survive inside this Corpse Burying River must be due to some curse."
