"Cultivator Lord, truly incredible."
Progenitor Feng Xing looked at Lord Yuan, whose aura had not weakened in the slightest, and understood that even if the three of them tried to wear him down through attrition, they could not manage it.
For him to sustain such a terrifying body, his origin could only be even more powerful.
If their attacks did not reach a certain threshold, the power they consumed would likely not even match the speed of his recovery.
They could not break through his defenses, were not even his match in a direct confrontation, and as for attrition, there was no end in sight.
With his life core, Lord Yuan was already Immortal and Indestructible in the truest sense.
"Who could kill him?"
Progenitor Feng Xing thought to itself. Unless the other party deliberately sought death and ventured into some mysterious place he could not resist, there was no risk of him falling.
"Yuan, we were indeed in the wrong this time. We occupied the Cultivator Territory. We are willing to return the treasures we seized and even offer compensation," Progenitor Feng Xing said.
It had no intention of continuing the fight. There was simply no hope of victory whatsoever.
And victory did not even mean defeating the other party. They merely needed to drive him out of the mysterious place, yet they could not even accomplish that. What meaning was there in continuing to fight?
If they kept fighting, there would be no benefit other than making all of San He Territory even worse.
They had already lost all face. Fortunately, Lord Yuan had displayed sufficient strength, so the actual impact was not too great.
If Yuan achieved even better results in the future, they might even be able to ride on his reputation.
Mm, the three of