Gradually, ten minutes passed, and the Void Battlefield had emptied considerably, with over a hundred thousand players already slain by Huang Yi. Another hundred thousand hung on in their dying struggles.
At this point, Feng Zhi no longer knew how to command this scattered team. His mind was a blank, and he smelled the stench of death. He suddenly realized that some people should not be provoked, for once provoked, there was no turning back. Even with hundreds of thousands of people as support, it was futile. As many as there were, that many would fall.
"Instakill, stop killing, I'll hand them over right now! All those who killed Qin Shiyu, I'll give them all to you, to do with as you please!" Finally, Feng Zhi chose to compromise, his voice trembling as he made an overture to Huang Yi.