Outside the Yuan Mansion.
Amid the sounds of cannon fire and slaughter, the defensive circle formed by the Divine Land's masters was being relentlessly compressed. They were forced back toward the Yuan Mansion, its tall courtyard walls now looming right before their eyes. They had been pushed to the brink, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Stop this pointless struggle. Surrender peacefully. All of you are rare talents. To have cultivated the Martial Dao to this level is no small feat. It would be a true shame to die here in a futile last stand. If you cooperate with our empire, we can not only guarantee your lives but also promise to protect your status and interests in the Divine Land."
"The Divine Land will soon establish a new nation, and you can still be the masters of this land. You could even wield greater power than before."
Mitsuro, leading the other three restricted-level masters, approached slowly and spoke calmly to the Divine Land warriors before them.
