Ren Zhong knelt before the Red Leaf Throne.
Many of the besiegers, upon seeing this, felt relieved in their hearts.
The first disciple of Yin Mountain, if he chose to fight desperately under siege, there might really be a fierce battle ahead.
Fortunately.
Ren Zhong seemed to have given up.
In their eyes, kneeling before the throne was Ren Zhong's act of surrender... The evil spirits of South Border, upon seeing Da Chu Yang God, were supposed to kneel.
However, Qian San and Zhou Ceng showed no sign of relaxation.
The eerie wind swept past the stele, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.
The old man sitting on the Red Leaf Throne slowly turned his head. His gaze followed the eerie wind, looking towards the direction from which he had come, as immense smoke and dust rolled in, and a shaky, withered figure emerged from the smoke. The figure was thin and upright, wrapped in thick blood qi, with a faint golden glow lingering around him.
"Six Desires True Monarch?!"
