My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1760

The phantom figure sighed softly. "I sense the presence of an Eastern Ancient Immortal in this space. If I act rashly, it'll only draw that immortal out. My divine body was destroyed, and my current strength is less than even a ten-thousandth of my peak. Dealing with that Ancient Immortal will be difficult." Though it was somewhat embarrassing to admit, it was the truth. The Twilight War and the Ancient Immortals had left an indelible mark on Frey's psyche.

Bobbit asked quietly, "What if that Ancient Immortal attacks us?"

The phantom figure shook his head. "Her aura is very weak, but she can sense my presence. She won't make a move so easily as long as I don't either." With these words, Frey's figure slowly disappeared.

Bobbit turned to Maidee. "Maidee, since the god has given us a mandate, we must obtain the sword!"

"I think we should first negotiate with the Eastern cultivators," Maidee suggested.

"Negotiate? How?" Bobbit asked, puzzled.

"We'll make a guarantee to them not to touch treasures that belong to the East, and in return, they must not take treasures that belong to the West," Maidee explained.

"Will they accept it, though?" Bobbit doubted the Easterners would agree to such terms, given their superior strength.

If he were in their shoes, he would not accept negotiation either. Survival of the fittest was a truth in the law of the jungle.

Helpless, Maidee asked, "Do you have a better plan, then?" Bobbit shook his head.

Maidee pondered for a moment, "I'll go talk to them. If the negotiation fails, we'll think of something else." Seeing that Maidee had volunteered himself, Bobbit guessed that the man was trying to obtain the sword on his own.

In the pantheon of Western gods, they were divided into 12 ranks. One to four was considered low-tier, five to eight mid-tier, and nine to 12 high-tier.

Although the Four-Winged Angel was a low-tier god, he was still a god. A god's weapon was far more powerful than Alto's holy shield and sword.

In the end, Bobbit decided to join Maidee in negotiating with the Eastern cultivators. "I'll go with you!"

Back at the Chaos Tower, Dallas and his group were also observing the colorful beam of light.

"Mr. Cricton, why are you still hesitating? If you delay any longer, the Western cultivators might beat us to it."

Dallas replied heavily, "Nash is in seclusion, and he's the key to our victory against the Western cultivators. Without him, our efforts will be in vain even if we go."

After what happened in the previous

battle, he knew well that they would not be able to deter the Western cultivators. He did not want these Profound Oriental Realm experts to take unnecessary risks.

Ryan glanced at Dante and asked, "Senior Hutton, are you afraid?"

The muscles on Dante's face twitched. He was the Great Elder of the Sakaris Mountain Sword Sect and a Profound Oriental Realm expert. Could he really afford to bow his head in fear?

Before Dante could say anything, Merrick interjected, "When Master Calcraft made his move previously the Western cultivators were greatly shocked. They don't know Nash has gone into seclusion, so surely they wouldn't dare act recklessly.

believe we still have a good chance of obtaining this treasure!"

Everyone nodded in agreement with his thoughts.

Geronimo smiled. "Merrick is right. I also suggest taking the risk. We have the Chaos Tower. Even if we can't win, we can still hide inside it!" Dallas looked hesitant, appearing somewhat indecisive.