This woman was no good person, but she was the most pragmatic of them all. If something could not be done, she would readily accept it and submit.
"Three!"
"We are willing to surrender!"
Faced with the immense pressure of death, the old man and the middle-aged man both chose to submit at the very last moment.
No one wanted to die. Since they had the option of living, no one would choose death.
It was clear that these people were not wholeheartedly loyal to the Mad Lion Sect either.
But since they had already surrendered once, Tang Lan would not treat them too moderately.
At most, he would let them remain outer sect stewards for the rest of their lives.
Soon, a burst of noisy footsteps came from outside.
Several hundred people hurried over from the Mountain Fortress. There were several Soul Douluos among them, along with dozens of Soul Saints.
"Big Brother, w-what is going on? Who are these people?"
Yan Liu, the leading Soul Douluo and one of the fortress's leaders, spoke up to ask.
Looking at the ruins before him, he had instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
"Nothing happened. Tell the brothers to go back!"
"Oh, and there is no need to keep the guards on high alert tonight. Have all the brothers return. I have something important to announce tomorrow morning."
Zhuo Er's expression was complicated, but he knew how to assess the situation. He immediately began issuing orders.
Once the fortress lackeys had all left, only the other two Soul Douluos remained.
The fourth brother, who had always handled the fortress's external affairs, was not on the mountain.
Once Yan Liu had clearly grasped the situation on the field, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
Of the three Soul Douluos,