Offering the Formation to Surrender

Zhao Ji stood on the steps, looking at the Sect disciples kneeling in a swath before him, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Jade Dragon City.

Zhou Xuan's ice-cold ultimatum echoed in his mind.

"If the Extreme Sect wants to survive, it must open the Treasure Vault, hand over control of the formation, disband its structure, and be incorporated into the Yang Family Legion as vanguard troops. From this day forth, the name of the Extreme Sect will be struck from existence."

Zhao Ji had originally still felt a trace of unwillingness, thinking that once the Yang Family helped them break the siege, he could slowly maneuver, perhaps even preserve a portion of the Sect's foundation.

But now, he had completely given up on that thought.

The power the Yang Family had displayed had already completely exceeded the existing rule system of the Northern Lands.

Before the Yang Family, who could ignore Demonic Qi and even treat Demonic Beasts as nourishment, the speed and foundation the Extreme Speed Sect took pride in were nothing but an utter joke.

The Yang Family had no need to negotiate with them at all.

If they did not hand over power, the Yang Family could throw them to the Demonic Beasts outside at any time, or simply use Blood-Qi Spears to burn them, formation and all, into ash.

The entire battle lasted less than four hours.

Over a hundred thousand Demonic Beasts were slaughtered to the last.

Not even one intact corpse remained. The accumulated snow on the ground had been burned dry, revealing vast stretches of charred black rock.

Over the next two days.

Yang Wudi led this thousand-man elite force without making any rest or reorganization, turning directly