560: I surrender

"Don't make me shoot!"

These powerful words echoed in everyone's ears.

The Human Race, who were in despair a second ago, instantly beamed with joy the next.

In contrast, the alien races had the opposite reaction; their smiles abruptly stopped.

Perhaps this was the law of conservation of smiles.

Then, everyone's attention focused on the alien race's Life-and-Death Arena.

Standing on it at this moment was Karl from the Qujiao Immortal Clan.

This was the eighth battle, so the Emperor Realm of those standing on it was already very high.

Karl had even reached an astonishing Emperor Realm Seventh Stage, practically having one foot already in the ranks of Peak Emperor-level.

Peak Emperor-level referred to Martial Gods in the Late Stage, whose Realm must reach the Ninth Stage.

However, the number of such existences was extremely rare; the Human Race and alien races combined did not exceed 15, and besides Chen Changsheng, all of them had lived for at least three hundred years, some even being old monsters who had lived from before the era of Source Qi recovery until now.

They were the true powerhouses who could genuinely influence the direction of the war!

Although Karl wasn't one, he was incredibly close, meaning that if the alien race won this battle and he assimilated the Seventh Stage Martial God opposite him from the Human Race, he would be able to fully step into the Peak.

The same was true for the one on the Human Race's Life-and-Death Arena.

Therefore, the eighth, ninth, and final tenth battles were the most crucial, because whichever side won a battle meant one more Peak contender!

No one expected such an important battle to be decided in the current situation.

Karl clenched his fists tightly, his face filled with gloom.

He didn't want to die!

But the reason he was standing here now, instead of other Seventh Stage Emperor-level individuals, was precisely to guard against this worst-case scenario!

Zeus couldn't surrender.

But King Her said that anyone could die, but Zeus couldn't.

So, if Zeus loses, you, Karl...

"Hurry up!"

At this moment, Ying Zheng roared again. His condition was at its absolute worst, everything in his body felt as if it had been hollowed out.

If not for his strong willpower supporting him, he would have fainted the next second.

So... he couldn't be soft-hearted anymore!

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng suddenly pulled the trigger, and a Source Power bullet with a strong shockwave shot out of the barrel!

"Bang!"

In the Bloody Temple, tens of thousands of miles away.

Helden's brows were tightly furrowed.

If Zeus died, Karl would also die.

But if Karl chose self-sacrifice, Zeus could live.

So, how to make the choice with the least loss? The answer was very simple!

But who was willing to die?

Thinking of this, Helden sighed and quickly formed hand seals, preparing to use the witchcraft already imprinted on Karl's body to manipulate Karl's movements through Bloodline suppression.

But at this moment!

Zeus, who had been silently bowing his head, moved his lips slightly.

"I surrender."

After he finished speaking the three lifeless words, the spatial barrier disappeared, and an Emperor-level individual quickly raised his hand and launched an attack, shattering the fragile bullet.

In the sky, a massive energy sphere slowly smashed towards Karl's emperor seal.

Zeus, with his head bowed, clenched his fists tightly, struggling to breathe.

He had said words he thought he would never say.

Surrender!

At this moment, he felt his self-esteem had shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. He could even imagine the wanton laughter of Ghost Cold and others, saying what difference there was between him and them.

They were all just deserters.

Yes... endless bitterness filled his heart.

He didn't even dare to look at what was happening in the sky.

Because Karl was King Her's most capable general, he had spent a lot of time with Karl these past two years.

In Zeus's eyes, Karl was serious, mature, and steady, always perfectly completing the tasks King Her assigned him without fail. Coupled with his formidable strength and broad physique, he exuded a sense of security.

He also had his wife and child, a family of three, living a very happy life.

He heard that he and his wife had an enviable love story; one was Emperor-level, the other Royal-level, and they had lived together for over two hundred years.

Honest and dutiful, powerful, incredibly loyal in love, and without ill intentions.

His life should have been perfect.

But because of his incompetence, all of it vanished overnight.

King Her told him that this was war, with no logic to speak of, and no one could remain aloof.

Finally, Zeus sighed with a bitter expression, head bowed, then turned and left the Ghost Forest. He didn't even dare to face the other members of the Demon King Group.

He was not yet a wise man who understood the world; he was only in his early twenties, and this defeat was devastating to him.

At the same time, Ying Zheng was also taken back to the infirmary.

Inside, everyone except Wukong was lying in rows.

Immortal Fire and Hei had already woken up, but were still unable to move.

The one in the best condition was Heavenly Thunder; his battle with the Demon Witch was not as tragic as the others'.

At this moment, these awakened individuals were somewhat puzzled.

"Ying Zheng, where is your Emperor Power?"

The pursuit of the ultimate Sword Dao was understandable, but this kind of battle was not child's play; one couldn't be willful. Emperor Power was, in any case, a very Heaven-Defying trump card.

They had fought to such a terrible state, why didn't he use it?

Ying Zheng lay down on the bed next to Xi He and said wearily, "I exchanged Emperor Power for these eyes."

Upon hearing this, Hei and Zhuge Tianming's hearts stirred slightly, but they remained expressionless.

Lin Xianhuo frowned, but didn't think much of it.

Finally, Ying Zheng yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep for a bit."

"Wake me up for the tenth battle."

He lay down lazily, his heart, which had been tense for over two years, finally completely relaxed.

As a participant in the last three battles, his pressure was much greater than others, after all, their victories or defeats had a greater impact on the war.

Now, the Martial God standing on the Life-and-Death Arena for the eighth battle, General Qunyu of the Fourth War Zone, had already obtained Karl's essence. Once assimilated, the Human Race would gain another Peak Martial God.

Excluding the Supreme Creator, there were actually only Jiang Shenyi, Li Fufeng, Chen Changsheng, Lord of Jail, and Drunkard. Ke Huaimin counted as half, because he hadn't fully entered the Nine Heavens, considered a Half-Step Peak.

Evil Ghost and Prophet, these functional contenders, were not counted as Peak Martial Gods, but sometimes they were more terrifying than Peak Martial Gods.

If the Priestess was willing to return to the Human Race, there would be a total of six.

Now, with Qunyu, that made seven.

Among the alien races, Helden, Arthas, and the Demon Emperor were the first, second, and third respectively.

Among the Demon Beast Clan, Tree Ancestor, Rock Ancestor, and Bear Ancestor were too old, all with issues, their positions similar to Ke Huaimin, Half-Step Peak.

Also, the Clan Chief of the Ghost Clan and the Wild Bone Clan, after their memory Awakening, their strength advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the Peak.

Next were the Eight Great Border Commanders, the second person of the Blood Clan, named Vincent.

He was on par with Jiang Shenyi and an old monster from the same era.

And precisely because the Blood Clan had two Peak Martial Gods, they were the leaders of the Galaxy King Alliance, and no one dared to defy them.

However, Vincent had been in seclusion for the past two years, never appearing.

Currently, if the three ancestors of the Demon Beast Clan were counted as one, then the alien races also had seven Peak Martial Gods.

Therefore, the upcoming ninth and tenth battles were crucial.

Whoever won a battle would gain one more Peak contender, thus being able to suppress the opponent.