Surrender, or die.
That was the choice Di Zun offered.
To the Chosen Ones of other nations, Di Zun allowing them to surrender to Dragon Country was practically an act of immense mercy.
Because over the past three days, they had truly experienced Di Zun's terror.
Under the crushing pressure of the Di Xin Gravity Array, wherever Di Zun went, even fleeing became a luxury the Chosen Ones could only dream of.
Their only way to survive was to teleport away before Di Zun arrived.
But that meant the foundations they had painstakingly built over the past ten years would all be reduced to nothing.
So, if Di Zun gave them a chance to surrender, they would choose it without hesitation.
On the walls of the capital, Xiao Luo did not answer. Instead, he looked at Lin Meimei, who stood beside him with a grave expression.
Over the past ten years, South City had not expanded outward. They still only had four cities: Black Crow, Ying River, Whitewater, and Mo Du.
Dragon City, on the other hand, had successively conquered more than forty cities, nearly monopolizing the southern territory of the Fallen Sun Empire. Its population, economy, and strength had all developed rapidly.
If they surrendered now, would Dragon City's ten years of hard work not have all been for Di Zun's benefit?
Working for nothing was one thing, but what would become of Dragon City's dignity?
Surrendering now was equivalent to Di Zun crushing Dragon Country's spine beneath his foot. In the future, every Chosen One of Dragon City would live out the rest of their lives with that humiliation.
But if they did not surrender, what would happen to Dragon Country's Chosen Ones?
Without Long Wudi, who could possibly stop Di Zun?
"You do not need to think