"Hahahaha!"
Amid the coalition army's collective laughter, every one of the Sun Moon Divine Cult higher-ups wore an incomparably ugly expression.
Yet what deserved the most attention was the state of the Sun Moon Divine Cult's nearly ten thousand ordinary martial artists. Their carefully planned strike had missed completely, and they had been cowed by the enemy's astonishingly imposing coordinated assault.
Amid the deafening laughter, the Sun Moon Divine Cult's ordinary martial artists all turned pale and grew unsettled. Many had already begun to lose focus, glancing toward friends or companions within the cult as though seeking answers.
This was the true purpose behind the coalition army launching a coordinated attack without saying a word.
To strike first and seize the momentum, influencing—or even scattering—the Sun Moon Divine Cult's morale.
Sure enough, amid the ear-splitting laughter, Yan Wuji pressed both hands downward in a gesture. In the next instant, the coalition army that had been laughing loud enough to shake the heavens immediately fell silent!
"Cult Master Jian, if this is all your Sun Moon Divine Cult has today, I'm afraid you can only be slaughtered to the last man by us!" Yan Wuji stepped forward and said.
Before Jian Qianxiong could respond, Yan Wuji spoke again. "Fellow martial artists of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, I, Yan Wuji, now solemnly wish to tell you something!"
"One thing!"
"Any one of you who voluntarily withdraws from battle now or during the fighting to come will not be pursued in any way. We will let you leave freely, and you may choose any faction you wish to join and serve!
"But for those fellow martial artists who stubbornly hold out to the end and sell their lives for the Sun Moon Divine Cult, this old man can only say sorry. Once