Return to the Snake-People Tribe

"Elder Jia, I'll leave the rest to you." Liu Yu turned to Jia Xingtian, then gestured to Yun Yun and Zi Yan.

The three empires' strongest fighters had all been slaughtered, and Xiao Yi Xian was already his subordinate. How could the remaining rabble possibly withstand a sweep by four Dou Zongs?

As for the allied army of the three empires, now stripped of all fighting spirit, they could all be absorbed into their ranks. After all, compared to death, staying alive was everything!

"Surrender and you will be spared!" Jia Xingtian circulated his Dou Qi, his thunderous voice echoing across the plain for a long time.

Then came wave after wave of weapons clattering to the ground. The experts hovering above the allied army on Dou Qi Wings also descended to show their surrender.

It was not that they lacked backbone. The gulf between the two sides was simply too vast, like a chasm dividing heaven and earth! Hadn't those Dou Zong experts been casually crushed like ants by that purple-robed man? Dou Emperors and Dou Wangs like them probably ranked beneath even ants! Rather than throwing their lives away for nothing, they were better off recognizing which way the wind blew.

Besides, their strength as Dou Emperors and Dou Wangs spoke for itself. Once they joined the Jia Ma Empire, they would hardly be treated poorly. Why seek death? Wasn't living better?

By then, Liu Yu had brought Yun Yun and Zi Yan onto the dark-blue giant eagle's back. The eagle was enormous, and even with four people aboard, it was not crowded.

"Head to the Magical Beast Mountain Range in the Jia Ma Empire," Liu Yu ordered the giant eagle directly.

"Screee!"

With a piercing cry, the giant eagle, cowed by Liu Yu's fearsome might, no longer