Yet beneath this pack of frenzied slaughter, the enemies opposite them grew fewer and fewer.
By the end, some had been slaughtered into sheer terror, staring blankly at this group of Gods of Slaughter before them.
They might have been True Immortals, but who said True Immortals had no psychological breaking point? Their defenses were merely far, far, far, far stronger than those of mortals.
But now, even their psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.
The people opposite them were like demon gods—no, they simply were demon gods. They gave them no path to survival at all.
Even if they fought desperately, they could not win. It seemed that the only road left before them was death.
"Ye Lin, Ye Lin, I surrender! I surrender! Spare my life!"
At the very front, a young man dropped the long sword in his hand, knelt in midair, and spoke in an almost tearful voice.
Which of those who had reached this point had not weathered countless brushes with life and death? Yet at this moment, they had been slaughtered until their minds collapsed.
One could well imagine how terrifying these hulking men were.
Where there was a first, there would be a second, a third—even countless more.
For a time, most of the geniuses in the rear put down their weapons and knelt in midair, their eyes fixed on Ye Lin as though pleading for mercy.
They had been slaughtered into fear. Now, they only wanted to go back. They only wanted to go back.
"Get up! Get up!"
The heir of a Golden Immortal faction who was still fighting roared furiously, his face full of rage. They were all geniuses, all Heaven's Pride, one in ten thousand—yet someone had actually surrendered in the midst of battle?
What an utterly