The Demons Surrender

Seeing Saint King Yinsu being defeated so quickly, the hearts of the demonic cultivators sank to the abyss, and they were still unable to turn around their fate of being totally annihilated. 

"How could I lose..."

Saint King Yinsu murmured, unable to accept this reality. 

In terms of cultivation base, she was greater than Mu Lingxi, and she was confident that she had fully unleashed the bloodline of the Grim Raptor, and at the same time fully immersed with the demonic arts of the Grim Demonic Potrait. 

Yet, why was she not as strong as Mu Lingxi, so much so that she could not even withstand a strike. 

Was it true that, as Mu Lingxi said, had the bloodline of the Grim Raptors devolved? 

Zhang Ruochen stood at the edge of the square with his hands behind his back, sweeping his gaze across all of the demonic cultivators as he said lightly. "Those who surrender, lives, those who refuse, dies."