Surrendering to this man was for the sake of survival, and to preserve his own dynasty as well.
If this man proved no match for them, then with the Blood Demon Saint's methods, he would certainly die a miserable death, and his Southern Barbarian Dynasty would vanish outright.
He was already being roasted over a fire.
He could neither advance nor retreat.
He had no idea what to do at all.
All he could do was pray inwardly, pray that his guesses were wrong, that Xue Xin, that old woman, had simply run away.
After all, staying here without surrendering meant certain death. Even if he fled now—even if the Imperial Jade Seal was destroyed and the dynasty was wiped out—the worst outcome would be backlash, grievous injuries, and a drop in cultivation. If things went even slightly better, he would not die.
He prayed that all his information was wrong, that the Blood Demon Saint had absolutely nothing to do with that old woman Xue Xin.
He prayed that the Blood Demon Saint's cultivation was not at the third level of the Quasi-Saint Realm. If so, then even if the man before him was not the Blood Demon Saint's match, joining forces with him might still give them a chance to fight.
So long as even one of those three possibilities came true, he could escape unscathed.
But if not a single one came true, then things would truly be disastrous.
His luck could not possibly be that bad, could it?
With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth across the deck, his heart filled with restless anxiety.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin watched him with great interest.
By now, he had completely guessed what Wang Dali was thinking.
This fellow was looking for a way out, wasn't