Turbid Wine and Bai Shi's side had also finished the battle. With the Sky Crystal Divine Swords in their hands, the two High God Tier Illusion Spirit Race members had no ability to resist the siege of five opponents. Once their protective artifacts shattered, they both raised their hands and surrendered.
"Boss, how should we deal with them?" Turbid Wine and Bai Shi brought the two High God Tier captives to Lu Yang.
"We won't do it again. We'll never do it again." The two men knelt in the air and begged.
Lu Yang swung his sword, killing one of the High God Tier experts. He then severed the other's limbs, leaving him barely alive. "Take me to your race. You dared offer us such terms, so I'll definitely pay you a personal visit."
"You, you, you... The Main God of my race will avenge me." The barely breathing High God Tier expert unwillingly flew toward the Arctic Wasteland's two o'clock direction.
"Main force, advance with me." Lu Yang released Chaos Demon Flame to bind him, preventing him from flying too quickly.
Turbid Wine, Bai Shi, and the others each gathered their legions and followed behind Lu Yang. The Iron Blood Brotherhood's six main forces—more than forty thousand Low Gods and over two thousand Mid Gods—moved out together, flying toward the Illusion Spirit Race's main city.
Along the way, Ma Hui woke up and explained the whole situation to Lu Yang and the others. It turned out that Ma Hui, Futeng, and Holy Cloud's caravan had long ago raised a large sum of money and planned to come to Lu Yang to purchase goods. Yet all the main cities in the Han Bing Faction and Dark Moon Faction territories had set up checkpoints, refusing passage to any merchants.
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