The elder with red hair passed away, and the Landing Tribe would never be rebuilt again.
The blue-robed, elderly lady only received the residual impact from the giant fireball. Her clothes were burned off partially, exposing her ample, fair skin beneath.
"If you surrender, I'll spare your life!"
Chen Yu suddenly spoke.
Killing the enemy would weaken the tribe's strength but recruiting them to one's side could also strengthen the Three Kingdoms of the south.
"Surrender?"
The blue-robed, elderly lady was startled, then began to ponder.
She knew that against Chen Yu and the Fire Qilin, there wasn't a glimmer of hope for survival.
But by surrendering, she could live.
Upon reflection, if she were to defect to the Three Kingdoms of the south, she would inevitably encounter the Snow Mountain Nine Tribes on the battlefield.
At that time, all her fellow tribespeople and friends would become her enemies.
"No!"
The blue-robed, elderly lady showed a determined visage.
