The Primordial Spirits of us Forbidden Void Heavenly Demons were indeed very weak, but that weakness was not measured against the people of the Demon Domain—it was measured against those powerful races of the Star River Cosmos.
This was indeed their flaw, but it was not such a glaring flaw.
All in all, that was how it was.
Though the weakness lay in the Primordial Spirit, this fellow could not even injure his own Primordial Spirit.
The next moment, another chain lashed viciously across Wei Hong. A bloody welt was carved directly across his body, and even the power of laws surrounding him was scattered for a moment.
"This is bad. Damn it, if this keeps up, I'll die."
Wei Hong muttered through the pain. If this continued, he really would die.
This fellow's Primordial Spirit might be very weak, but that "very weak" was difficult to judge.
He could not even crush the other party's weakness. How could he speak of killing him?
"Stop. I surrender."
Wei Hong was decisive and directly chose to surrender.
Continuing this fight would only be humiliating himself.
He might as well surrender early, preserve his life, and take everyone back to the Longevity Immortal Clan.
The Longevity Immortal Clan had no desire to keep wading through this muddy water.
Whoever wanted to go could go.
Yet Wei Hong's surrender earned no mercy from Man Cang. After waiting a long while without hearing any response from behind him, Wei Hong bared his teeth in a grin.
He already understood the young masters' intentions.
"You have to die."
"You came to the battlefield. If you can't win, leave your life behind. Since when was there any reason to surrender? There is no such thing as surrender here."
Man Cang's body abruptly closed in on Wei