All faces of the Taiyin Deity Clan members bore an expression of resignation to death, and then they all unsheathed their swords and charged forward following Zhong Anan's lead.
Yet compared to the imposing Heavenly Fire Divine Clan, the Taiyin Deity Clan seemed so insignificant.
So much so that their charge appeared desperate and helpless.
Qi Sixiang tsked in "admiration," "Such commendable will! Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, you have only two choices: to submit or to be crushed!"
As he spoke, Qi Sixiang casually waved his hand, and a thread of fire shot out, encircling the members of the Taiyin Deity Clan, trapping them all within its grasp.
"Zhong Anan, I'll give you one last piece of advice—surrender now, and I can spare your lives. Don't refuse an offered toast only to be forced to drink a penalty one," said Qi Sixiang with a sinister smile.
