Boom!
An explosion was heard.
The Blood God Clone was thrown back. His entire body was stained with blood and there were many cracks on it.
He lowered his head to take a look. His expression didn't change. A blood glow appeared on his wound, and his blood started flowing back. All his injuries had healed. "You're not my match."
Some distance away, Ming Wu looked at the Blood God Clone indifferently. A mocking smile appeared at the edge of his lips. "Even if you activate your special physique, the result will still be the same."
pared to the Blood God Clone, he seemed exceptionally relaxed. No injuries could be seen on his body. "It's time to end this farce."
Ming Wu shifted his gaze away from the Blood God Clone and looked at the battlefield around him. His voice was calm. "If the Black Punishment Troop is willing to submit, I can spare your lives." "What???"
Xalanbo and the other vampire dark apparitions' expressions shifted slightly. They couldn't help but look at the deputy manders.
Heimot, Molok, and the other deputy manders blinked. They turned silent.
They had witnessed how scary the Nether God Race was.
pared to the other party, their new mander was pletely suppressed. He wasn't their match.
Even though the Blood God Clone had killed two high-tier devil emperors, they still felt that he wasn't the Nether God's match. The difference was huge.
Under such circumstances, was there a need to continue fighting? Were they going to die here with him?
At first, they resisted because they couldn't see any hope. However, the presence of the Nether God Race gave them hope. No one was willing to die for nothing.
The Blood God Clone looked at this scene calmly. He wasn't worried at all and allowed them to make their decision.
However, he didn't expect the Nether God to examine drastic measures and force the Black Punishment Troop to submit to him. He would be left alone.
It was quite sinister.
He couldn't help but look at Ming Wu. The other party was looking at him with a mocking gaze. "Everyone!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the Black Punishment Troop. "Duowu Gao!" The Blood God Clone turned his head. His gaze turned cold. This fellow wasn't being honest.
Duowu Gao glanced at the Blood God Clone with a strange gaze. "mander Xue Jue, can I say a few words?" "You want to perform too? Please." The Blood God Clone sniggered.
He wanted to see what this fellow had to say.
The muscles on Duowu Gao's face twitched violently.
This was what he glanced like!
Ever since he saw Xue Jue, Xue Jue had been looking down on him. Anger burned in Duowu Gao's heart.
Why?
Why was a mid-tier devil emperor looking down on him?
Duowu Gao was unconvinced. Even though he lost to the Blood God Clone, he was still unconvinced and wanted to find a chance to turn the tides.
This was his chance.
He took a deep breath and glanced around him. Then, he opened his mouth and said, "The Black Punishment Troop can't disappear here." "If I'm still the mander, I won't drag you down with me." "The survival of the fittest has always been the rule of the dark apparitions. Even if we choose to submit to the Nether World Troop, no one will laugh at us." "After this battle, we can regain our glory. Our opponent is martial warriors from the Light Universe. We shouldn't die in the hands of a formidable warrior from the Darkland for nothing."
Heimot, Molok, and the other deputy manders of the Black
Punishment Troop were stunned when they heard this. They exchanged glances with one another.
They didn't expect Duowu Gao to e out and convince them to surrender.
But, they had to admit that what it said made sense.
The Black Punishment Troop was famous because they fought with martial warriors from the Light Universe. That was their battlefield. They shouldn't die in the hands of powerful warriors from the
Darkland.
This was frustrating.
Surrendering to the Nether World Troop was nothing. After all, the
Nether World Troop was one of the top three troops in the world.
Didn't the Black Flame Troop and the Dark Scale Troop submit to the Nether World Troop too?
Now that the manders of these two troops were killed, they were in a worse state than the Black Evil Troop.
But, this was all the work of the new mander. How could they give up on him so easily?
The deputy manders were in a dilemma. They looked at the Blood
God Clone hopefully.
They hoped that he would choose to surrender.
That was undoubtedly the best result.
Between Duowu Gao and this new mander, they were more willing to choose the new mander.
Whether it was ability or potential, Duowu Gao couldn't be pared to him.
Duowu Gao saw this scene too. His face turned black.
He said so much but they still chose Xue Jue as their leader.
Damn it!
Xue Jue had only been the mander of the Black Punishment
Troop for a short time, but these deputy manders were already in awe of him.
This was something he didn't expect.
Jealousy rose from the bottom of his heart and almost swallowed him whole. He looked at the Blood God Clone and wished that he would die immediately.
Ming Wu was surprised too. This vampire was able to gain the support of these Black Punishment Troop dark apparitions in the face of death. This was surprising.
Didn't they say that he just became the mander of the Black
Punishment Troop?
It wasn't an easy feat to gain the trust of the Black Punishment Troop in such a short time.
That meant that this guy was quite capable.
Ming Wu sized up the Blood God Clone. He didn't expect this vampire to be so talented and skilled at controlling people.
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