At this moment, Zhao Fu had become a defender of the Dao and could already control the power of the Earth Realm Mark. Though he could not use it against them, it was still useful for giving them a scare. Since they were going to surrender, Zhao Fu was undoubtedly the best choice.
Hearing the voice from above, as well as sensing the terrifying aura of the ninety-odd City Lords stirring the winds and clouds, the northern factions below fell silent.
Everyone hesitated. No one wanted to submit to another so easily, but they were utterly outmatched now. Moreover, the other side was right—the dangers of the future were not something they could withstand. Zhao Fu's terms made him the most ideal person to swear loyalty to.
"I think we should surrender to him! We can no longer defeat them, and we must also consider the future. This is something we will have to face sooner or later!" a frail young man said, somewhat nervously.
A white-haired elder also sighed. "If we still had the strength to resist, I would never surrender so easily. Even faced with future dangers, our many system main cities could join forces once again to deal with them."
"Alas! If they had only brought six million troops this time, we could actually have fought. But they have four times our forces now, and more than three times as many City Lords. We would be no help at all in battle—instead, we would be surrounded and killed by them!" a middle-aged man in long robes could not help but sigh.
"So what do we do now? Fight or surrender?" a burly man asked loudly, unable to bear listening to everyone's sighs.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."
Suddenly, sharp whistles tore through the air. Countless arrows carried razor-sharp force,