"Just surrender, Brother Lin."
"As long as you're willing to surrender, I guarantee that your lives will be spared."
Bu Junfeng's words were exceptionally earnest, almost carrying a hint of pleading as he hoped Lin Bai would surrender.
No one knew why Bu Junfeng was speaking in such a tone.
He seemed unwilling to become enemies with Lin Bai, and even more unwilling to lose Lin Bai as a "friend."
But to Lin Bai, the words "surrender" had never once appeared in his memory.
Ever since the Barren Ancient Continent, throughout this journey, countless people had demanded that Lin Bai kneel and beg for mercy, had ordered him to surrender—but Lin Bai had never agreed.
Perhaps it was precisely this unwillingness to accept fate and defy heaven that allowed Lin Bai to escape from the Giant God Race time and again, turning danger into safety again and again.
The Calamity Wind vanished from the island, and disappearing along with it was the island itself.
The world fell silent once more. The Northern Domain martial artists moved closer, surrounding Lin Bai and the fifty or sixty Northern Domain martial artists with him.
Cold ruthlessness filled the faces of the Northern Domain martial artists, as if they were merely waiting for Bu Junfeng's order before tearing Lin Bai to shreds.
The enormous disparity in numbers also made a sense of powerlessness rise in Lin Bai's heart.
The Northern Domain martial artists were no ordinary fighters. They were all prodigies from the top sects and lineages of the Northern Domain, each possessing countless methods. They would not be easy to deal with.
Moreover, they greatly outnumbered him—there were fully two or three hundred martial artists.
If they had been two or three hundred ordinary martial artists, Lin Bai naturally would not have taken