"Hmph! Things have come to this, yet you still refuse to surrender?"
Within the Wood Dao Secret Realm, under Yang Yuanling's and the other Righteous Path prodigies' command, the Righteous Path cultivators swiftly divided the battlefield by relying on their overwhelming numerical advantage.
One group of cultivators was responsible for completely destroying the Demonic Dao's grand formation, while another shifted from defense to offense, encircling all the Demonic Dao cultivators who had launched the attack.
Among them, a team led by a Xuanyuan Clan cultivator had now driven two Mid-Spiritual Connection Realm demonic cultivators into a desperate corner with no path of retreat.
Seeing that the two still refused to give up and intended to put up a final desperate resistance, he stopped the other cultivators' attacks and stepped forward to negotiate. "I can see that neither of you is foolish or dull-witted. The overall situation has already been decided. Why cling on so stubbornly and throw away your lives?"
"So long as you are willing to cease resisting and seal your own cultivation, we can guarantee that you will be spared."
During the previous clashes, this Xuanyuan Clan cultivator had already accumulated enormous prestige within the team. Not long ago, he had even accomplished the feat of breaking through his realm in the midst of battle, earning even greater admiration.
Thus, with him stepping forward to mediate, the other Righteous Path cultivators naturally had no objections, much less any desire to interrupt or speak over him.
And that was precisely the effect he sought.
If no other cultivators had been present, and he had encountered these two little demonic whelps alone, he would have long since used the wondrous art bestowed upon him by the True Lord to kill them. Why would he waste so many words on them?