"Surrender, or death."
Su Yie stood atop a pile of bones, raised his right hand, and pointed his sword at the White Mountain Bull King below, his tone indifferent.
Across hundreds of meters, facing Su Yie's gaze, the White Mountain Bull King's whole body trembled.
He shakily stood up, taking steps toward the mountain. With each step, blood spurted from his body.
Yet he persistently continued moving upward.
Su Yie did not move, for the Demon Army had already dispersed and could no longer pose a threat to Yaojian Mountain. Next, he planned to kill the Evil Bat Demon.
After all, the White Mountain Bull King was a Condensed Spirit Demon King; if he could be put to use, that would be beneficial.
Thus, Su Yie threw out a lifeline.
Now, whether he lived or died it was for the White Mountain Bull King to decide.
Although blood-soaked, the White Mountain Bull King's eyes were still fierce, as if he wanted to devour Su Yie.
