At the entrance of the Mount Tai Tribe.
Both sides had stopped fighting, and all the soldiers were subconsciously looking at the center of the battle.
The people here would determine the direction of the war.
Either they shook hands and had a happy chat.
Either they continue to fight to the death.
Many gazes were focused on Mount Tai, and the pressure in his heart had reached the peak since his birth.
His gaze swept across everyone present, and his expression changed slightly. He could not help but take a deep breath.
Just as Mount Tai was about to speak, an angry voice came from behind him.
"Mount Tai, what are you doing?!"
Mount Tai was stunned. He turned around and saw a few elderly Elves walking toward him.
The person who had just spoken was one of the white-haired and white-bearded old men, who looked strong and healthy.
Mount Tai was stunned when he saw who it was. He asked, "The Second Elder?"