Feeling the waves of pressure, Ye Lin successfully judged the strength of the others.
"White Wind, you have already become an abandoned child of the Demon Spirit Race. The Demon Spirit Race no longer cares whether you live or die, so why keep putting up this futile resistance? Surrender now, and I guarantee I won't kill you."
Just then, a mass of black qi rose continuously in the distance. As it churned and rolled, a black throne gradually emerged from within it. Seated upon the throne was a man clad in a black robe.
The man had no face, only two scarlet eyes. Nor did he possess what could be called arms; all he had were bone arms, white as jade, without a trace of flesh upon them.
The aura of a peak True Immortal radiated from his body. Though he merely sat there in silence, an incomparably dense kingly bearing could be felt from him.
This was an aura belonging solely to those in high positions.
"The Demon Spirit Race will never be slaves. The people of my Demon Spirit Race may only die standing; we will never live kneeling. Give up on that thought."
White Wind's tone brooked no doubt, and waves of pressure rose from behind him as well.
The three gray-robed elders behind him wore expressions of utter fearlessness, as though they had long been prepared to die.
"Good, White Wind. I respect you as a real man, but the higher-ups have given their orders. Within ten days, your legion must be wiped out."
"You have held us off for a hundred years. A hundred years should be enough. You're running low on immortal stones too, aren't you? After a hundred years of bitter fighting, even if you can still endure, what about your soldiers?"
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