As soon as the words of surrender left the mouth of the Demon Immortal of the Desolate Blood Sect, the deep void once again fell into a heavy silence. All eyes turned toward him, catching only the cold indifference on his face and the sharp glint in his eyes.
"Patriarch…"
Seriously wounded, the likes of Ten Thousand Ghost Demon Venerable, Beast-Hiding Demon Venerable, and Mad Blade Demon Venerable could only whisper with deep emotion. As Grand Elders of the Desolate Blood Sect, they knew better than anyone just how proud and unyielding their patriarch was. For someone like him to admit defeat, and in front of so many witnesses, the humiliation must have been unbearable. It wasn't just personal—it was enough to tarnish the long-standing reputation of the entire Desolate Blood Sect. How could they not feel bitter and ashamed?
