Fuxi shook his head helplessly. "Could there be some mistake? These fellows don't seem likely to surrender!"
Bai Ze stepped forward. "The news came from that youngster Kong Xuan. He's already taken control of the other party's soul, so there's no question about it."
"Perhaps this fellow before us simply doesn't know what's good for him."
The two struck at the same time, sending the Devil Race commander flying.
More and more Human Race experts arrived.
In an instant, they surrounded the Devil Race troops.
The Devil Race commander's face turned ashen.
How had they been surrounded in the blink of an eye?
And why were all these fellows so powerful?
If this was what they were up against, what the hell was the point of fighting?
Fuxi nodded. "In that case, we should simply slay a Devil Ancestor who doesn't know what's good for him."
With the Human Sovereign Sword in hand, he delivered a gentle slash.
The stroke looked so light and effortless that he seemed to have used no strength at all.
Yet the Devil Race commander felt a chill.
It was as though the flame of his life was about to go out.
He had never experienced such a terrifying sensation before.
The Devil Race commander instantly dropped to his knees and prostrated himself. "I surrender! I surrender!"
What did groveling matter if it kept him alive? What did betrayal matter?
Among the Devil Race, such things were hardly worth mentioning.
Although they might face the Devil Ancestor's pursuit from now on.
But so what?
That was a matter for later.
And whoever enslaved members of the Devil Race would also draw the Devil Ancestor's attention.
When that time came, there was no telling who would laugh and who would cry.
Fuxi was somewhat taken aback,