"Believe it or not, I'm only giving you two options now: one is surrender, the other is war." Fang Yan didn't waste words and went straight to the point.
By this time, the Red-eyed Eagle and the Sword God had also walked over. They knew the situation was lost; if what Fang Yan said was true, the foot of the mountain should already be under control. Even if they didn't start the fight, seventy thousand versus sixty thousand, the enemy army wouldn't dare act rashly, especially when their generals and boss were up here—how would they dare move recklessly?
Sikong Jingyun walked up to Hao Shuai and said softly, "Get in touch with the people down the mountain, see if something's gone wrong."
Hao Shuai nodded, pulled out his phone. After they'd come up the mountain to besiege it, the signal had already been cut. Hao Shuai quickly called the person in charge below and learned that the Black Alliance had already fallen; the phone slipped straight from his hand to the ground.
