"If you ask me, you might as well stop wasting so much effort over there, you stand no chance against them," said the man standing to the side, his demeanor relaxed as if this life-or-death struggle was just idle chit-chat after a meal, "You'd better just beg for mercy and become their subjects. That way, you might spare your lives."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, igniting a fury within them. The warriors of the Western Continent, each one with an iron spine, how could they bend the knee so easily?
"What right do you have to say that?" A burly Sect Disciple with eyes wide in anger said, his fists clenched as if ready to strike at any moment, "We, the people of the Western Continent, will never submit to anyone, nor will we ever join forces with such people!"
