Corpses carpeted the ground, almost all of them soldiers from the various armies. Of the original six hundred million troops, only two hundred million remained, and they were still dying at a rapid rate. Blood had stained the earth red, and the reek of gore rushed into their nostrils, as though it would dye even the blue heavens crimson.
If they did not surrender, they would all die here. Faced with Night Dynasty's encirclement and its crushing strength, not one of them could escape.
The others understood this as well. Their hearts were utterly ashen. They were finished, with not the slightest chance of victory. This time, they truly had not expected Night Dynasty to suddenly produce so many City Lords, as well as flying dragons and gigantic beasts.
This time, they had been utterly defeated by those forces. Without them, they would have long since destroyed Night Dynasty.
They had heard that Night Dynasty was supported by a mysterious faction, but this mysterious faction was far too powerful. It possessed the strength to sweep across an entire continent. Now that they had witnessed this terrifying power with their own eyes, they were gripped by fear and could only sigh at their own inferiority.
They simply did not know how great this faction's true strength was, or whether it had gone all out in helping Night Dynasty this time. None of that was known.
However, they had heard that this mysterious faction came from outside, that it was a major force within Apocalypse World. Its true strength might be far more than this—perhaps dozens of times greater than what they had seen. Demon Profound World was truly in danger.
The various factions rationally chose to surrender, and Zhao Fu did not refuse. He accepted them all.
With the City Lords