"Ow! Stop fighting! We surrender!"
The Hindustanis held on for a while before running away.
Their Huaxianese opponents were as vicious as wild beasts. The Hindustanis had already lost in terms of morale.
"Do you think you can run? No way!"
Taoist Master Qian Ji roared and led his people to chase after them.
The Hindustanis ran until they realized that they could not escape. They fell to their knees, raised their hands high, and surrendered.
They were extremely dejected.
They came with high spirits, but now, they were about to be captured. What a tragedy!
"Dammit, why didn't anyone tell me that the bastard is their leader?"
They were furious and confused.
After that, the Huaxianese cultivators were caught in a dilemma.
Kill them all? There were too many. Kill a few to set an example? They would fight back and create chaos. After all, there were many Perfected Persons among the Hindustanis.
