Mournful gusts howled as blood dripped everywhere. This divine nation had seemingly become a terrifying cage, with blood rain falling all around, the dim burning of ghostly flames, now engulfing everything in flames.
"Why bother!"
The King of Tian Nie barked, "A Pyrrhic victory benefits no one. I know you won't submit to me, but I can promise you, now you can take your people and leave this place. I absolutely won't stop you!"
He could naturally see it.
Once letting the Ming Cang's ultimate kill to be complete, his side wouldn't fare well either.
But as long as the Ming Cang divine nation was annihilated, what difference did it make if the King of Ming Cang was allowed to leave?
"This divine nation must have been built by collecting precious demon blood, in order to opportunistically achieve a demi-Heavenly Dao. Stop your desperate fight, it's not worth it for you!"
