Inside the Imperial Palace, Xue Yu smashed things and roared in fury. Xue Ye's rebellion-suppression army had entered the city, and his defeat was all but certain. The Spirit Masters around him had either fled or surrendered; even Yin Xuan had vanished without a trace.
He had truly become a lone man with no one left by his side.
Not a single person outside dared to enter, afraid of becoming an outlet for Xue Yu's rage.
Outside the Imperial Palace, the rebellion-suppression army had essentially reclaimed every location other than the Imperial Palace itself and had arrived outside its gates.
The rebel soldiers standing atop the palace walls swallowed nervously as they looked at the neatly arrayed, imposing rebellion-suppression army outside. There were not many of them left. If they continued resisting, death was the only path ahead.
Xue Ye wore armor and rode at the very front of the formation. Di Hong and Ning Fengzhi stood at his sides, while Spirit Masters from the empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood behind him. Looking at the trembling soldiers on the palace walls, Xue Ye gave a disdainful smile.
"Only this many people left, and you still dare resist to the bitter end?"
If not for his concern over the hostages inside the palace, he would have ordered an attack long ago.
"Your Highness, we should focus on persuading them to surrender for now. Do not provoke them," Ning Fengzhi said.
Xue Ye nodded, then immediately arranged for people to begin urging them to surrender.
Under the relentless psychological pressure, combined with the rebellion-suppression army below, some soldiers could no longer endure it. They were merely ordinary soldiers. Following the rebellion had not truly been their choice. Now that the outcome had been decided, continuing to rebel would