"We surrender!" Zhan Chankong's face was as pale as death when he said these words.
The lips of the people behind Zhan Chankong moved, but ultimately, nothing came out of their mouths.
Ren Baqian's persuasion had caused their fighting spirit to crumble in several ways.
First of all, the aboriginals had never had the custom of forcing the other party to surrender. They would only go all out and risk their lives.
Second, the goal of the majority of the people in the Golden Ring Residence was to get out of Tianjing Basin or to simply follow in the footsteps of their great elder.
For the former, Ren Baqian's words had already included this point and managed to reduce the number of rebels. As for the latter, since the great elder of their residence was already dead, did they still need to court death?
