Pursuers

Pursuers

She reached toward the man in middle age and grabbed at the air. The space above his head rippled, and a Black Giant Hand several yards across appeared out of nowhere, slamming down at him.

The man's face went pale. He hurriedly summoned a White Flying Dagger and sent it up to meet the attack.

Boom!

The Black Giant Hand burst apart the moment it touched the White Flying Dagger, transforming into countless fine black threads that pierced the man's body.

The man had time for only a single scream before he fell from the sky.

Seeing this, some Purple Flame Sect disciples hesitated for a moment, then immediately dropped the magical artifacts in their hands.

"I surrender! Don't kill me!"

"I surrender too! Don't kill me!"

Some cowards who feared death threw down their magical artifacts and begged for mercy.

More Purple Flame Sect disciples continued to watch, their eyes fixed on their sect leader, Dongfang Ze.

The Short and Stout Man looked toward Dongfang Ze and said meaningfully, "Young Friend Dongfang, if you surrender to our Heavenly Fiend Sect, you can preserve the Purple Flame Sect's legacy. We won't force you to change your cultivation method. Resistance means certain death. The lives of several hundred disciples are in your hands. Think carefully."

Dongfang Ze's mouth turned bitter. Truth be told, he didn't want to surrender to the Heavenly Fiend Sect either. But their Nascent Soul Cultivator had died in battle. If he refused to surrender, several hundred Purple Flame Sect disciples, himself included, would die. Even ants struggled to survive, let alone living, breathing people!

"Senior, are you truly offering us a chance to surrender? You won't use us as cannon fodder, will you?" Dongfang Ze asked cautiously after a brief hesitation.

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