If Oberto was living well among the humans and had not been punished for his previous attack on Feng City, then surrendering to humanity was not a bad option. After all, staying alive was what mattered most.
Before being driven into a desperate situation, everyone shouted about dying for battle and willingly giving their lives for the gods. If it had been a head-on war, then death would have been death. But Lu Yang used the method of a dull blade cutting flesh, grinding them down bit by bit, stabbing them again and again.
He could not kill the Harpies, yet he constantly tormented them physically and mentally. Over two days, they lacked water and food. Dry winds kept blowing in, making them feel even thirstier. If they blocked out the wind, lightning struck in and wounded them.
It was either soft damage or hard damage. If they charged out by force, there were still thousands of archers and thousands of mages outside. Stepping out meant certain death.
The Harpies had truly reached a point where there was no way to heaven and no path into the earth. Coupled with Oberto's surrender, the Harpies' will to resist melted away even further.
Harvey knew that the more than four thousand Harpies under his command had begun to doubt him and were no longer willing to completely trust the words of their chieftain.
"You cannot surrender. You absolutely cannot surrender! You know how powerful the gods are. If the gods descend, today's surrender will become evidence of the sins they punish us for in the future. We will surely be imprisoned in the Nether Prison by the gods for all eternity!" Harvey said excitedly.
Harvey's voice was loud, echoing through the cave. Every Harpy heard his words. In that instant, all of