The Demon Lord's pride made it impossible for him to accept the result of surrender.
However...
He truly couldn't hold on any longer.
Judging from the current battle situation, if he didn't surrender, in at most three to five minutes, the Demon Lord would perish.
He practiced for countless years to reach his current cultivation.
To perish like this, how could he be willing?
Under the threat of death, the Demon Lord finally made a decision.
Choose dignity or life; there is no doubt that most people would choose the latter.
"As long as the green hills last, there will be no shortage of firewood!" Thinking of this, the Demon Lord gritted his teeth and shouted, "I surrender."
Lin Yuan: "?????"
The Demon Lord's surrender left Lin Yuan bewildered.
Lin Yuan thought, you're surrendering?
You are the Demon Lord, a dignified one among the Four Great Primordial Spirits, a Tier One Powerhouse, and you want to surrender to me?
Really, don't you even care about your pride?
