"Cold Nelson, I surrender!"
Sutton shouted loudly, directly opening his arms and blocking the guards in front of Demarco Mount.
The soldiers of Demarco Mount were slightly stunned, but seeing the Undead Tribe indeed obediently withdraw, they stood in place without continuing to attack.
The fighting had been going on for nearly half an hour, and everyone was human; they were exhausted.
The knives in their hands were hard to hold.
Everyone's spirit was on the verge of collapse.
If someone had tried to stop the fight at the beginning, no one would have listened.
They had been killing madly.
But now…
Everyone was fatigued to the point of exhaustion.
"Follow me!" Han Caldwell made a resolute decision, aware that something was wrong.
Since he had the Emperor's waist token in his hands and could mobilize the Undead Tribe's warrior generals, he saw no need to remain here.
A third of the people left with him.
Demarco Mount did not stop them.
They couldn't be stopped.
