In a war of this scale, the deciding factor still lay with the great powers. Now that the Shadow Clan's True Lords had fled, the outcome of this war had already been sealed.
"Were we being overly cautious? It was clearly a one-sided battle, yet we still lost so many Spirit Transformation True Persons."
One of the True Lords frowned. This war had gone unexpectedly smoothly. They could clearly have crushed the enemy outright, so why sacrifice so many Spirit Transformation True Person cultivators for nothing?
Once those Spirit Transformation True Person cultivators succeeded in their assassinations, they would immediately expose themselves. Surrounded on all sides, their chances of escaping were exceedingly slim.
"Don't worry. The assassinations caught them off guard; the Shadow Clan did not react in time. Not many died, and besides, this is the first battle of such a scale in all these years."
"So being cautious is perfectly normal. Even a lion uses its full strength when fighting a rabbit. War is no child's play."
After saying that, the other man nodded, and the two vanished.
As time passed, the Shadow Clan army that was still stubbornly resisting saw that even their own True Lords had fled. Their will to fight vanished completely, and they began fleeing madly toward the rear.
But when they reached the rear, despair set in. At some unknown point, the Human Race had already encircled them, wrapping them tightly in the shape of a dumpling.
Now, even if they wanted to run, they could not escape.
The remaining Shadow Clan troops threw down their weapons and restrained their auras, standing where they were. Their meaning was obvious—they had surrendered.
They could not win if they fought, nor could they escape if they ran. If they did not surrender, what were they