The Fisherman did not flee.
It was not that he did not want to, but that he did not dare!
As early as when Su Yi had slaughtered the willpower of those Eternal Realm great figures one by one in battle, he had wanted to run.
Yet a thread of killing intent, like invisible shackles, had long since locked onto his entire being, leaving him utterly afraid to make the slightest rash move!
That thread of killing intent came from Su Yi.
The Fisherman simply could not imagine how Su Yi could still spare the energy to do this while locked in a fierce battle with so many great figures!
The Fisherman had struggled too, attempting to shake off that thread of killing intent.
But it had all been in vain.
And he was certain that if he chose to flee, he would inevitably be killed at the first opportunity!
Only now, with the battle over, did the Fisherman's heart turn to ashes.
There was no chance left.
Before the willpower of those Eternal Realm great figures, any one of them could easily have wiped him out.
But now, before Su Yi, the willpower of those great figures had been harvested like weeds!
Comparing the two, how could the Fisherman fail to realize that before Su Yi, he was likely not even worth as much as a weed?
The instant Su Yi's gaze swept over from afar, the Fisherman's body quietly stiffened.
Then he sighed. "I concede."
The moment those three words left his lips, it was as though all the vigor had drained from him. His expression grew despondent, his eyes dim.
He no longer had his former composure and shrewdness.
Su Yi strode over and stopped about ten feet away from the Fisherman. "You're conceding just like that?