Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 1966: Chapter 1452: Surrender

The war is finally coming to an end!

The invading side led by Li Zhixuan, after paying a tremendous price in casualties, ultimately defeated the native beings of This Realm and won a bitter victory.

Not everyone was wounded, but indeed, there were very few who came out unscathed. Even she herself looked utterly wretched, her clothes were in tatters, her whole body covered in blood and flesh—some of it her own, some splattered from others.

Originally, there were more than ten thousand cultivators, but now less than half remain!

The summoned loose cultivators suffered heavy losses, but the members of the Li family fared little better.

Of course, compared to the nearly eighty percent casualties among the native beings of This Realm, their losses did not seem as prominent.

“Ancestor Xuan, there’s a group of surviving Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators fleeing towards their stronghold. Should we send someone to pursue and intercept them?” At this moment, an elder walked over, his face weary as he spoke.

Li Zhixuan glanced at everyone’s exhausted looks. Although she wanted to press the advantage and defeat the remaining native beings in one fell swoop, unfortunately, reality would not allow her to do so!

Besides, even she herself now had the will but not the strength, too worn out to chase down the enemy.

“Let them go. After this battle, the main force of the native beings of This Realm has been nearly wiped out. They can’t stir up much more trouble now. Everyone should rest up before we discuss anything else.”

After she finished speaking, the elder visibly relaxed a little.

Clearly, he did not want to pursue them either, but had to ask. Now he finally got what he wished for.

However, everyone could rest—except for the surviving Array Masters, who still had a task: to set up a formation to protect the camp!

Although the possibility of the native beings of This Realm launching another attack was slim, it couldn’t be completely ruled out.

Only when she saw a band of earthen-yellow spirit light rise up did Li Zhixuan finally relax completely. She returned to her cave mansion, started swallowing pills, treating her wounds, and recovering her mana.

After all, though they’d eliminated the main army of the realm’s natives, the remaining Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators still had some strength!

And if they chose not to surrender, it meant one more great battle awaited them.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The group of Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators who escaped death fled back to their mountain stronghold in terror.

Their return immediately drew attention, especially when the others saw their wounds, their numbers reduced to just one or two thousand, all looking dazed and lost—instantly, everyone understood the outcome of the great battle. Faces turned ghastly pale, bodies threatened to collapse.

“We lost? How could we have lost?! We sent tens of thousands, almost our entire elite force. How could such strength still lose to a bunch of invaders suppressed by the Heavenly Dao?!” cried a Devil Beast, on the verge of a breakdown, questioning repeatedly in disbelief.

But how were they supposed to answer? Lost is lost.

And those who managed to escape alive weren’t stronger; they just happened to be at the edge of the battlefield, spared the most brutal slaughter, and had a bit more luck than the rest—that’s how they made it back alive.

So they really didn’t know what exactly happened or what caused the situation to plunge so suddenly.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

Faced with this group who looked almost scared out of their minds, all they could do was rage helplessly.

But in the end, they stood there in despair, not knowing what to do next.

“Do you think we should gather the remaining survivors and, while the other side is heavily damaged and depleted after the battle, fight them to the death? How much chance do you think we have?”

“Heh…”

A Demon Cultivator let out a cold laugh and said, “Look at the people around you. Do you think they can still fight? And the rest of the survivors are mostly low- and mid-levels—not even worth using as cannon fodder.”

“At that point, not to mention being evenly matched, it’d be no different than sending ourselves to die!”

The words were harsh but true.

Aside from the one or two thousand who’d escaped back alive, the other Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators in the mountain were merely mid- or low-level Mortal Realm. In such a battlefield, they were completely useless!

By the time they scraped together enough people and reached the enemy camp, it would have been one or two hours since the last battle had ended.

If the enemy had enough pills, that time alone would let them recover fifty or sixty percent of their mana.

“So what do we do now?”

The Devil Beast burst out, “Are we just supposed to sit and wait to die?!”

Except for those determined to die or already in utter despair, no one wanted to simply stretch out their necks to be slaughtered!

The place instantly fell silent.

“There’s only one other option: surrender, become their servants, let the Floating Light Realm become their colony.” After a long while, a Demon Cultivator spoke gloomily.

But one Devil Beast frowned and said, “But would they even accept us?”

If the Demonic Tao still had a chance, since they were of the human race, the Devil Race, as an alien race, probably wouldn’t even have the right to surrender!

Those who are not of our kind must have different hearts.

This, not just the human race knew—the Devil Race understood it perfectly well, too.

Just like this battle, if it hadn’t been for the threat of annihilation in the Floating Light Realm, the Devil Race and the Demonic Tao would never have cooperated.

Because of that remark, silence fell again at the scene.