On the ground.
Bagley watched Lu Yang and Lively facing off in the air, his heart churning endlessly. Finally, he could not help but shout, "Lu Yang, don't even think about making a move! There are still seventeen fifth-tier lords of the Demon Race on the grasslands, while you humans only have one lord—you. What are you going to use to fight them?
The legion Queen Lively brought has more than a hundred thousand demons, and the summoned demon hounds are countless. There are also over two hundred third-tier experts. You humans have absolutely no chance."
"Too noisy."
A blaze erupted from Lu Yang's hand and shot straight toward Bagley on the ground. The fifth-tier Pyroblast was incredibly fast, streaking through the air like a beam of fire before arriving before Bagley in an instant.
"Attacking one of my people?" Lively flew into a rage. Black light appeared in her hands, and in the next instant, a black magical shield bearing a skull appeared before Bagley, easily blocking Lu Yang's Pyroblast. Yet the intense heat still set Bagley's clothes ablaze.
"Lu Yang, as long as I'm here, you won't be able to kill any of my subordinates." Frost covered Lively's face as she stared at Lu Yang. "I'll give you a choice. Surrender to the Demon Race now, and from now on, we demons will protect you humans. I guarantee that you won't be slaughtered by the subordinate races of the Nature Gods."
Lu Yang laughed in exasperation as he looked at Lively. "You might not even leave here alive, and you still want to persuade me to surrender? What kind of joke is that? I'll give you a choice instead. Surrender to me now, or I'll kill every last one of you. You have five minutes to consider it.