C410 War aftersoil is merciful

"Big Brother Di Jun, the opponent is no longer a threat. Why don't we spare him?"

At that moment, a burst of aftersoil who were spectating could not help but shout when they saw the miserable state of Styx.

"Right, right, Lord Heavenly Emperor, you have a lot of people. Please spare me!" The Styx seemed to have grasped onto a glimmer of hope as it pleaded incessantly.

"Sister aftersoil