Before the Heavenly Flame Ancient Treasury, Yuan Cang's sorrowful voice echoed through the world, leaving everyone present dazed.
Suppressing Yuan Gate had yielded in the end.
Of course, what else could they do if they refused to admit defeat? Faced with such a terrifying existence, clinging stubbornly to the end would truly be courting death.
They could not even withstand her pressure. There would be no dignity at all in dying like that.
While Yuan Cang hesitated, Suppressing Yuan Gate disciples fell with every passing instant. In just a brief span, Suppressing Yuan Gate had suffered disastrous casualties. The team of five hundred and forty people who had entered the Otherworldly Demon Region had already been reduced to fewer than four hundred.
Such losses had almost caught up to the Hundred Dynasty Battle that Zhou Tong had taken part in a hundred years ago, and this was merely something one person had done casually. This result was even more shocking than annihilating all of Suppressing Yuan Gate's disciples after an intense battle.
A monstrous genius like Zhou Tong would always appear once or twice every few centuries, but an unparalleled figure like Mu Zi might have no predecessor and scarcely any successor.
"I'll pay."
Yuan Cang sensed the fall of one Suppressing Yuan Gate disciple after another. A flicker of fear flashed through his eyes, and he hurriedly backed down, no longer caring about Suppressing Yuan Gate's so-called pride.
Mu Zi quietly watched the terrified Yuan Cang for a while before finally withdrawing her aura. The Suppressing Yuan Gate disciples all revealed expressions of having survived a disaster.
Although the pressure had already dissipated, they still knelt on the ground. Not a single person dared to stand.
"Eight hundred million Nirvana Pills in total. Hand them over." Mu Zi glanced