Shockingly, the Wanderer Qian Yuan voluntarily raised a white flag, walked out of his nest, ready to swear his allegiance and resist no more.
Yang Hong was surprised too.
This is a saint god, not a previous weak lair.
Looking at this lair, the energy was dense, apparently many prohibitions had been set, even if they want to take by force, it won't be easy.
"I'm willing to surrender and hand over everything. All the territories here now belong to Dawu."
Qian Yuan said with a smile on his face.
Without a hint of reluctance, he handed over such a large lair.
Being well-informed, he already knew about an ominous legion sweeping various wanderers' nests.
He didn't look ferocious like the other wanderers, more like a businessman.
Indeed, Qian Yuan had no interest in plundering others. After he had competed and lost in a major world, he escaped and used his strength to establish a Wanderers' Chamber of Commerce.
