Chapter 601

Yuan Yao said: "I give you ten breaths to think over your choice—submit or die!"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Race Deputy General and the Monster Race Commander's faces shifted, and they exchanged glances.

The aura of pressure emanating from these young heavenly pride made them realize that fighting the opponent to the death was nothing more than striking a stone with an egg.

Ten breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

"We choose to submit!" At the last moment, forced by the threat to their lives, they chose to submit.

Quan Xiujun's face stern as he spoke: "Submission must have the attitude of submission—put away all weapons and kneel down!"

The Monster Race Commander's face instantly turned grim, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily; he gritted his teeth, endured all the humiliation, then knelt.

The Demon Race Deputy General also knelt down.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the demon and monster armies also put away their weapons and knelt down.

While Fengxuan Celestial Venerable and the other human cultivators witnessed this scene, their pupils contracted slightly; they had not expected that Yuan Yao and the others would, without losing a single soldier, cause the demon and monster armies to choose surrender.

They were deeply shocked in their hearts.

"Someone wants to escape!" Suddenly, Yu Jing's voice rang out.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, having already locked onto that shadow trying to hide amidst the chaos.

Before her words faded, Yu Jing's figure turned into a white streak of light, appearing almost instantly atop a damaged pavilion in the distance.

With her jade hand like an iron clamp, she seized the Demon Race Illusionist who was about to tear open the void and flee in disarray.

"Let go… let go of me!" the illusionist cried, struggling in terror after being captured.

Having previously unleashed a large-scale illusion, he had already suffered severe spiritual backlash, his cultivation plummeted; now even more gravely wounded, his breath faint, facing Yu Jing whose cultivation had reached the late peak of the Body Integration Realm, he had no power to resist.

Yu Jing lifted him by the scruff of his neck like a chick, brought him before the crowd, and with a casual toss, the illusionist fell clumsily to the ground, letting out a pained grunt.

"Ah……"

His face turned deathly pale, he panicked and looked around; upon seeing the Demon Race Deputy General not far away, he seemed to grasp at a last straw, crying out hoarsely: "Deputy General! Deputy General, sir! Save me! Please save me quickly!"

Before the Demon Race Deputy General could respond, Yuan Yao's clear, cold voice came, unhurried:

"Quan Xiu, Quan Fan, what do you think?"

Quan Xiu's expression changed slightly upon hearing that.

His thoughts were meticulous; in an instant he discerned the deep meaning in Yuan Yao's words.

On the surface it was a question, but in fact she was pointing at them, letting them represent the demon race to dispose of this person. This person had employed vicious illusion arts, causing the sentient beings of Boundless Island to suffer terribly, with heavy casualties; if not dealt with, public anger could not be appeased, nor could an explanation be given to Yuan Yao and this side of Boundless Island.

Quan Fan beside him, though not as adept as Quan Xiu at catching all the subtle implications, could not stand cowards who flee the battlefield.

In his view, this illusionist not only dared to flee now, but did so for personal gain, abandoning his comrades; such vile conduct is nothing short of a disgrace to the demon race—keeping him alive would only defile his eyes.

Only seen, Quan Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of brutality, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold sneer as he said without hesitation: "Hmph, what use is keeping this trash? Kill him!"

Quan Xiu took a deep breath and then said: "This prince also agrees."

"No——" the illusionist's pupils shrank sharply; he tried to use the demonic power that had risen within his body to cast an illusion to escape, but a surge of spiritual power instantly invaded his sea of consciousness.

"Ah——ah——ah……"

He let out a piercing, tragic scream.

Yuan Yao looked at the illusionist and said softly: "Before you die, I will give you a nightmare."

The illusionist's whole body began to twitch, his eyes wide open, his gaze filled with utter terror, and from his throat came a hoarse howl.

As if he were experiencing something horrifying.

Aside from the Three Race Heavenly Pride, nearly everyone else looked at Yuan Yao with fearful eyes.

The Three Race Heavenly Pride had long since seen Yuan Yao's methods of handling affairs, so they dared not slight her and also submitted to her.

Although Yuan Yao's cultivation was only at the late peak of the Void Refinement Realm, her strength was certainly not inferior to theirs, let alone her terrifying spiritual power.

In the Realm Abyss, she could, by herself, control the consciousness of hundreds of abyss beasts.

Among the Three Realms, they had never seen anyone more unfathomable than her.

Yuan Yao turned to Gong Sun Ji and said: "Hurry and find your relatives."

Gong Sun Li's eyes turned red, and she nodded vigorously.

Yuan Yao ordered: "Quan Xiu, Quan Fan, you two summon all the demon troops and retreat outside Island City. Xie Ying, She Chao, you two summon the monster troops and also retreat outside Island City. If they dare to flee or resist, they are to be killed on sight without mercy!"

"Yes!" The four replied.

Besides these four, Yuan Yao also let the Demon and Monster Race Heavenly Pride follow them.

Only the Human Race Heavenly Pride was left by her inside Island City.

Yuan Yao took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and solemnly commanded: "Rescue the people immediately."

Having said that, she lifted her gaze toward the direction not far off where Fengxuan Celestial Venerable and the other human powerhouses were; as their eyes met, she gave them a slight nod, indicating coordinated action.

Fengxuan Celestial Venerable understood at once, dared not delay, and immediately issued orders; his subordinates proceeded in an orderly manner, with some venturing deep into the island to rescue the wounded, while others took charge of outer perimeter vigilance and garrisoning to prevent any remaining enemy from counterattacking.

Yuan Yao then closed her eyes, and vast, boundless spiritual power surged forth, instantly covering every corner of Boundless Island.

She carefully probed, missing not a trace of life's aura, precisely locating those critically wounded yet still clinging to life.

At the same time, the human cultivators who had come to rescue alongside Fengxuan Celestial Venerable, upon receiving the order, also sprang into action.

They either flew on magical weapons or employed evasion techniques, weaving through the ruined walls and debris, carefully searching for survivors, then properly placing them in safe zones and administering treatment.

The clamor of the battlefield gradually subsided, replaced by the bustle of rescue and the groans of the wounded.

A cultivator sighed: "Junior brother, I feel as if I'm dreaming! From the moment Yuan Yao Fairy and her companions appeared until now, it's been… less than half an hour, right? The demon and monster armies actually surrendered just like that?!"

His fellow sect member also wore an expression of astonishment, shaking his head repeatedly: "Half an hour? Senior brother, I think at most it's been about the span of a quarter hour!"

"Fast! It's really too fast!" another Cultivator interjected, his tone full of shock, "They... they couldn't be those heavenly pride from the legendary Tian Jiaocheng, could they? No wonder each of them is so powerful! Especially that Fairy Yuan Yao, she is utterly unfathomable; I just saw with my own eyes, she didn't even move a finger, and that vicious demon clan commander committed suicide on the spot!"

"Ah, after all, only the strong have the right to speak!" an older Cultivator sighed with myriad feelings, gazing far off at Yuan Yao's back, his eyes complex, "If it weren't for the peerless strength of Fairy Yuan Yao and the others, how could we suppress this demon horde?"

"Well..." another Cultivator harbored doubts in his heart, lowered his voice, with some confusion and incomprehension, "Why would those demons also obey Fairy Yuan Yao's commands so readily? Could it be that Fairy Yuan Yao has won them all over?"