The shriveled old man bluntly said, "It seems there is no point in speaking further. Since you have no room for negotiation, we can only fight to the death. But before that, let's have the battle of wagers. We will send people to set up restrictions! Regardless of the outcome, we will immediately go all out once the wagered battles is over."
He probably knew that at this point, convincing the three great cultivators to give in was simply wishful thinking.
Devil Concord stared at the old man and sneered, "Of course, but what about the captives you promised? If we don't see them, hehe…"
The old man faltered slightly upon hearing this, but after a moment of thought, he sent a voice transmission behind him.
Immediately, the spell warriors behind him surged.
Over 1,000 unarmed cultivators, who had nothing except their clothes, were pushed out of the formation.
