Two incense sticks of time!
No matter which choice he made, Tan Quanming's heart would never be at peace for the rest of his life.
The other people inside the helicopter also fell silent.
The Black Scaled King leisurely sat in the sedan, patiently waiting while the Demon Army of hundreds of thousands sprawled on the ground, turning the wilderness outside the city black.
"Mayor, let all the citizens of the city decide!"
The pilot suddenly spoke up, unable to bear seeing Tan Quanming shoulder all the pressure alone.
Upon hearing this, Tan Quanming could only sigh and say, "Connect to the citywide broadcast."
There were broadcast stations set up throughout the various districts of Xiwan City, and within half a month, the broadcasts had all been restored to normal, which was why the people of the city were able to quickly unite.
A man wearing headphones next to him nodded, picked up a workbox at his feet, which was filled with densely packed electronic circuits and embedded with a tablet computer inside the lid of the box.
He began connecting to the citywide broadcast.
Before long.
The broadcast stations in each district of Xiwan City issued a buzzing sound, followed by the deep voice of Tan Quanming: "Citizens, I am Tan Quanming, and I have a grave announcement to make."
"The Black Scaled King, with hundreds of thousands of monsters, is waiting outside the city, we either fight or surrender, and if we surrender, we must deliver one hundred people to him as food every day."
"The army of the Black Scaled King is too strong, although we have begun to practice, we are simply no match."
"I am leaving the choice to you, whether to fight or surrender, I will respect the decision of the majority, and I will follow this decision, even if it is to fight to the death, I will not retreat!"
"You have five minutes to decide, and after five minutes, those who wish to surrender should go to the nearest broadcast station, where each station will announce its decision."
All was silent in the city!
Tan Quanming's voice was somber and tragic, plunging everyone into fear and despair.
Atop a five-story residential building in Xiwan City, a man sat cross-legged on the ground, a Bronze Knife resting on his legs, its back engraved with a dragon, one of the treasures left by the Xuanyuan Human Emperor, the Dragon Roaring Knife.
And this person was none other than Zhu Tienan!
Zhu Tienan slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and looking towards the north of the city, muttered to himself, "The Demon Army attacks the city, the great culling has come."
In his view, the Xuanyuan Human Emperor's act of transporting Xiwan City here was not to make everyone in the city the savior of the Ancient Wilderness Tribe.
Saviors are often just a minority.
This act by the Xuanyuan Human Emperor was a way of sifting through the sand!
Only those who survive were worthy of being called the chosen ones.
He grasped the knife and stood up, ready to leave at any moment.
He would not die for Xiwan City; in this dire situation, Xiwan City had no chance to turn the tide.
However, he still wanted to wait a little longer, to leave when the war started might be better.
What if a miracle occurred?
On the other side.
Zhang Manting and her family were engulfed in panic, with Nan Xiaopao pacing back and forth in the living room.
The situation was so similar to that at White Bridge University, but compared to the Crimson Blood Serpent King, the Black Scaled King was stronger, and the crisis had expanded to encompass the entire city.
"Prepare to escape, even if we surrender, we won't live long," Zhang Manting said through gritted teeth, quite decisively.
A hundred people dying a day meant three thousand in a month, and that was just the minimum scenario; what if the Black Scaled King reneged?
"Escape... but where? There are monsters outside the city..."
Zhang Manting's father sat collapsed on the sofa, his face showing utter defeat and his tone numb, clearly on the verge of collapse.
Nan Xiaopao did not speak; her heart was full of concern for Su Yie, with the Demon Army pressing around the outside, it would be trouble if Su Yie encountered them.
Though Su Yie was strong, could he really stand against an army of hundreds of thousands of demon beasts?
And there was also the Black Scaled King, stronger than Elder Lord Qi Yang.
Time ticked by slowly.
Oppression and despair spread throughout Xiwan City, and even the streets had very few people moving about.
The soldiers in the north of the city were sweating profusely, nervously clutching their guns, their gaze firmly fixed ahead, terrified that the demon beast army might suddenly erupt.
The helicopter also landed outside the city; Tan Quanming stood in front of the hundreds of thousands of demon beasts, his silhouette resolute, though somewhat hunched, yet with an air of being the only man who could hold the pass against ten thousand.
Some people may have little strength, but their spirit is grand!
"Do you guess, will these mortals surrender?"
Black Scaled King propped his face with one hand, yawned casually, and asked.
The red-haired rabbit at his feet huffed, "Of course they will surrender. It's human nature to sacrifice a few of their kin for the survival of the group. It's an easy choice for them."
Black Scaled King smiled slightly, a smile so cruel it was chilling.
At that moment, a figure appeared on the northern highway of the city.
He was dressed in a white shirt and black jeans, holding a sword in his hand, walking neither hurriedly nor slowly.
It was Su Yie.
His face was calm, his eyes looking ahead, his right hand clutching the Zhou Wu Sword, slightly trembling.
Although he possessed the Strength of a Hundred Dragons, he was still mortal after all.
He would also get nervous, also get scared.
But faced with such a crisis in Xiwan City, he felt he needed to step forward.
Usually, he always thought of himself, but today it was not about personal life or death.
But about the survival of the races!
The people of Xiwan City were a separate race in the Ancient Wilderness, as they alone came from Earth.
"Let's fight, let's fight. If I were to walk away, I could never live with myself in this lifetime!"
"Man must go crazy at least once!"
"If a man is to live, he should live without regrets in his heart!"
Su Yie muttered to himself, comforting himself as the Zhou Wu Sword, under the sunlight, shimmered with a golden light, and a strange power seeped into his palm.
A pride from deep within his soul arose.
Wiping away all fear.
Soon, he stepped out of Xiwan City, and the stationed soldiers at the edge of the city noticed him. One middle-aged man hurriedly shouted, "Kid! Come back! Are you seeking death?"
This middle-aged man's son was about Su Yie's age, and in his eyes, Su Yie was just a child, naturally, he couldn't bear to see him march towards death.
However, Su Yie ignored him and continued forward.
"What is he trying to do?"
"He's holding a sword? Could it be..."
"Has he gone mad? He actually wants to challenge the Demon Army!"
"Ah, the youth have their vigor."
"I don't believe in talk, at worst, I'll fight it out with them too!"
Watching Su Yie move forward, the soldiers were inspired to display the vigor inherent in their bones.
Better to die fighting than live in servitude!
And so, one by one, soldiers, holding their guns, stepped out and followed behind Su Yie.
People in a helicopter also noticed their arrival.
"Who is that?"
A bodyguard asked in astonishment, as Su Yie's youthful and delicate face gave off an innocent vibe, but his stepping out during the city's dire crisis struck a strong emotional chord.
Tan Quanming also heard the commotion behind him, turned around instinctively to look.
Upon seeing Su Yie, he immediately became anxious and shouted, "What are you doing coming out here, kid? Go back!"
Hearing this, Su Yie remained indifferent and spoke softly, "I came out to slaughter demons!"
Slaughter demons!
These two words filled with murderous intent startled millions of demon beasts, frightening them so much that they all stood up like a rising black tide, even the very earth trembled.
Tan Quanming was startled by Su Yie's gaze, never having seen such a resolute expression.
As if nothing could stop Su Yie's steps.
"Eh? This aura..."
The Black Scaled King in the sedan murmured in surprise, a thoughtful expression on his face.