Though the magician was unwilling, he did not dare to defy the will of the deities.
"Young one, you should be grateful for your luck, you should thank the deities' mercy. Our gods are benevolent, not holding your offense against us, we naturally comply. Otherwise, your main army would be utterly defeated, and your two warships would have become our spoils. Kneel, thank the deities, and then you may leave."
Hearing these words, many players hesitated, eagerly looking in the direction of Li Yao.
The entire battlefield was now silent, everyone waiting for Li Yao's decision.
Li Yao was as indifferent as ever, gently shaking his head, "Magician, you're putting me in a tough spot."
"There's nothing difficult about it. You're just a rookie; achieving your current results won't make anyone look down on you. Not anyone can prompt the deities to act," the magician said, though he was already standing from a victor's perspective, feeling superior.
