"You win." Blackgod's face was deep like water as he coldly spoke.
Had he had any choice, Blackgod wouldn't have admitted defeat like that. But now he was frightened; he had been pushed to his limit and he had reached his breaking point. If he continued fighting, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was killed.
In Han Sen's heart, he felt disappointed. His blocking skill was the last he would have wanted to cast. It was easy to break the Tornado Knife, but had he wanted to slay Blackgod, he would have had to rely on it. It was impossible to kill him with one swipe, so Blackgod had been given the opportunity to concede.
He watched Blackgod call for him and his men to depart, his face draped with sullenness. Li Xinglun then returned the Snow-Lady and Inferno Bull to Han Sen.
"Brother Han, you have very impressive skills. I can't believe your skills denied Blackgod the time to perform any actions," Li Xinglun complimented him.