"Xu Diao, you only just realized? Were you scared witless?" one of the Holy Envoys over there laughed.
In their eyes, Xu Diao's side had no chance of winning against them.
Even one-on-one, Xu Diao, who had forcibly boosted his power, was no match for them.
Xu Diao had probably been scared witless at the sight of their lineup.
What did he mean, he could let them board his ship? If he were the one with overwhelming strength, there would be nothing to negotiate.
"Since we're all fellow sufferers, we won't use force. You'd better take the initiative," another man said.
He Ya's expression turned very ugly.
He had thought that with an expert proficient in formations on their side, they stood a good chance of returning safely.
But who could have imagined these people would have such dog-shit luck and make it back from the violent winds and torrential rain on the outskirts?
There's still a chance, He Ya thought to himself.
Battered as these ships were, there were three of them, and they could certainly be repaired. The formation expert aboard their ship could lay out new formations or repair the damaged ones on those ships.
Though they would not compare to the original formations, they should still have some effect.
That way, their side would still have a chance of returning safely.
As for these hateful fellows before them, even if they seized their ship, without a formidable formation expert, they would probably face even greater trouble ahead.
Thinking this way made He Ya feel much better.
He was finding a little joy amid his misery.
In his view, their side had no good option but to submit.
After all, they were no match for these men.
"My lord, we can only agree to their demands," He