Zhaoming was covered in wounds, large and small—well over a hundred of them. It could be said that not a single part of her body remained intact.
That alone would have been one thing, but several places in her Dao Bone had been fractured as well. Her Sub-Treasure Dao Soldier had been taken from her, and her strength was now greatly diminished!
In such circumstances, there was nothing she could do but resign herself and surrender.
Heavy-hearted and desolate, she could not understand how an arrangement that should have been foolproof had ended like this. These Human Race cultivators, no matter how strong they were, numbered barely more than ten. How had they wiped out every last one of the people she had brought, even capturing her alive?
"Fellow Daoist Lu, what do we do now?" someone asked.
Capturing Zhaoming alive could be considered the fulfillment of their goal before the battle, but where were they supposed to go from here?
"Didn't we say we were returning to the island?"
"That old dog Long Cloud betrayed us without honor. What are we going back for?"
"Of course we're going back to expose his ugly face and let the clansmen on the island see his true colors!"
"What would that accomplish? Long Cloud has built up his authority on the island for too long. Even if we tell the truth, how many would trust us? In the end, we would only be walking into a trap. Besides, now is not the time to shake people's hearts."
During the battle just now, all the Human Race cultivators had worked together as one. But now that the fighting was over, an argument had broken out. It was not a matter of principle, merely a difference in opinions and considerations.
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