"Surrender, don't kill!"
Thus, these two thousand infantrymen all stepped forward.
With a thunderous solemnity, they cried out in unison:
"Drop your weapons!"
"Surrender, don't kill!"
The sound of weapons hitting the ground was crisp, continuous.
In Murong Yuan's blurred vision, it seemed as if the battlefield had flipped in an instant. Amidst the intense blaze, a Qilin approached, and the person on the Qilin's back dismounted, wearing a dark golden face mask, his crimson battle robe fluttering as he steadied himself.
"Are you still alright?"
Li Guanyi steadied Murong Yuan, seeing the numerous wounds all over him, obviously from a fierce battle, then he shouted, "Where is the Pill Master!"
Murong Yuan's consciousness slowly drifted away as he was vaguely handed over to a group of people.
Feeling finally at ease, this brave scion of the Murong Family felt a sense of survival, when he heard an anxious voice, "Damn, with such wounds, can he still be alive?"
