Boom!
From deep within the formation domain shrouded in mist, a plea for mercy, weary and begging, slowly echoed out, breaking the deathly silence of slaughter within the formation.
A middle-aged cultivator stood there with disheveled hair, his Daoist robe already shredded beyond recognition. The Spirit Power around him was chaotic and dissipating, his entire body covered in bloodstains of varying depth, his aura feeble and wan.
His face was pale and bitter as he raised his head to look at the majestic phantom opposite him, rampaging freely with godlike might, his tone filled with utter compromise and pleading.
"Several young friends, it was I who had eyes but failed to see Mount Tai. I have offended you greatly!
"I am willing to cease hostilities now and make peace with you, to let this matter end here. What do you say?"
The next moment, a calm, magnetic voice carrying a biting chill rang coldly from within that towering phantom, whose imposing presence dominated the entire formation domain, laden with boundless fury.
"Make peace?
"You are simply dreaming a fool's dream!
"When you relied on your profound cultivation to press us siblings step by step, shouting of slaughter and death, determined to wipe us out completely...
did you ever think of making peace?"
As soon as the words fell, another young voice, sharp with rage, exploded once more from the phantom brimming with immense power, rapid and decisive, filled with killing intent.
"Second Brother, don't waste any more words or time on this old monster!
"He is vicious and cunning, no good person at all. There is no need to show mercy!"
Immediately after, a crisp and lively female voice followed, yet as cold as frost, every word sonorous and forceful, without a shred of mercy.
"Second Brother, Third Brother is