The chief god had fallen in battle. Heaven and earth lost their light, while terrifying blood rain and unwilling wails echoed across the sky and land. The elements in the air became chaotic, and strange nine-colored light twisted and flickered above Dark Light City.
Aigulie stood tall in the sky with a sword in one hand, allowing all manner of distorted elements to crash against him. He shouted, "Those who surrender, live~! Those who resist, die~!"
"Those who surrender, live~! Those who resist, die~!" More than a hundred thousand Ancient God Race warriors shouted excitedly. The Cloud Mist Demons, whose will to fight had already been low, lost all courage after witnessing their strongest fighter, their clan chief, die in battle. They fell to their knees, begging for their lives.
The Ancient God Race warriors seemed accustomed to this. They took out prepared anti-magic ropes, bound the Cloud Mist Demon clansmen one after another, escorted them outside the city, and killed them all. They gave them no chance to live!
"My brother, you're back~!" Aigulie had spotted Lu Yang long ago. He flew over excitedly, grabbed Lu Yang by the shoulders, and said, "Thank you, my good brother, for holding back the Black Spirit Race for three days. I finally captured Dark Light City. We've struck it rich this time. As agreed, I'll give you thirty percent of the supplies as thanks."
The dozen or so elders and Legion Commanders who flew over all revealed reluctant expressions. Lu Yang swept his gaze across their faces, then smiled at Aigulie and said, "Don't mention the thirty percent anymore. You and I are brothers. Helping you was only right. Besides, I didn't do much. I merely made the Black Spirit Race stay where they were for three days."
"How can that be?