Beneath one sword, a million cultivators submitted!
At the border between the Gangwind Layer and the clouds in the sky, which was originally the site of an ambush by cultivators from Xuanwu tiangong, now lay silent.
Tens of thousands of cultivators knelt and kowtowed, offering their loyalty.
The Steel Fleet of the North Air-Space Army, one after another, passed through the chaotic borderlands, staring blankly at the battlefield, not firing a single shot, as if in a dream.
This scene had never occurred within the Xianmen Sect before!
Even if the cultivators of Xuanwu tiangong were defeated, as long as they retained over half their strength, there was absolutely no possibility of organized surrender, no matter what the surrender policy said.
But these military formation cultivators from Xuanwu tiangong, despite still retaining most of their power and still possessing the potential for a desperate struggle, yet...
"Why has this happened?"
Ouyang Hui said incredulously.
