C1249 He Was Afraid of Death

As the surrounding cultivators of the Divine Wind Clan fell one by one, panic finally set in among those who feared death.

The bald cultivator from the Divine Wind Clan dropped to his knees with a thud, bowing his head and pleading, "Please, spare my life. I was wrong to disrespect you. I'm ready to surrender. Just let me live, even if it means becoming your slave. I beg of you..