A majestic voice that sounded like the descent of heaven's might spread out in all directions. It was like a drum and tomb bell that struck the hearts of everyone.
Regardless of whether it was the mercenaries who had invaded or the people who were watching from afar, they all felt an irresistible heaven's might that made their hearts tremble.
In the end, their psychological defense was completely broken by the majestic figure that was like a god of war or an emperor.
Each and every one of them dropped their weapons, stopped resisting, and knelt down towards the figure.
One, ten, a hundred... in the end, the remaining one thousand mercenaries who had not died all surrendered.
It was a dark mass that looked incomparably majestic and shocking!
The man in the sky, the man in charge of the pass, the aura of two thousand enemies, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone, including those who followed him.
