Wan Lei immediately shook his head without hesitation.
"No, we cannot be so selfish. We have avenged ourselves and killed all the demon marshals and tribulation-crossing enemies, but what about them? So many of their comrades and companions died at the hands of the enemy. They have not yet avenged them.
If these enemies are allowed to surrender and fight alongside us, what would they think?
For the sake of our army's morale, we must not let the enemy surrender."
Old Fang hesitated, then frowned.
"But they are all creatures of our Thunder Wind Realm..."
"There are no 'buts'. Think about it, if we had lost, would even one of the alliance disciples below have survived? They would likely all have become nourishment for Liu Naiweng's cultivation.
Including you tribulation-crossing powerhouses, each and every one of you would have become part of that sea of corpses and blood.
Did they give you a chance to survive by surrendering? The moment they chose to stand against us, they became irreconcilable enemies.
Never mind that they were coerced by their families. If they truly had a conscience, they had plenty of opportunities before to defect to the Thunder Emperor Hall or our alliance.
But they didn't. Even at the decisive battle, they still intended to exterminate us. Why should we show them mercy now?
War is an opportunity for various powers to reshuffle. If enemies are not completely wiped out, keeping them is always a hidden danger.
This time, I want to annihilate those three families completely."
Wan Lei scanned everyone coldly and issued an order.
"Everyone, together with our main army, let's first slay all the demons below. As for the others who escape, at most they will flee back to their families, and we will have opportunities to settle scores with them.
But the demons cannot escape. They are the instigators of this war. They must be wiped out!
If even one more escapes back, Qiong Ku will gain more strength. There are still over a hundred thousand demon troops below. Pass down the order, everyone surround and kill the demons!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Helmsman of the Heavenly Tribulation and the three sisters of Fire Phoenix immediately rushed downwards.
The three sisters of Fire Phoenix were already loyal to Wan Lei and would not defy his orders in the slightest.
As for the Helmsman of the Heavenly Tribulation, he was overjoyed. This time, he had bet correctly and made the right choice. By risking death and not betraying the alliance, Wan Lei had indeed returned like a king and dealt with the enemies as if cutting vegetables.
At this moment, of course, he had to show his best.
Wan Lei knew exactly what kind of person he was and also knew that he had no loyalty to the alliance.
However, he would not show any partiality when awarding merits. Such matters are judged by actions, not by intentions. Regardless of what kind of person someone is, or what they think in their heart, as long as they have always stood by your side, contributed their efforts, resisted powerful enemies, and did not betray you in the end, they have made great contributions and are considered loyal.
Moreover, when the alliance was weak before, the Helmsman did not betray them. It was even less likely for him to betray them now that the alliance was strong. It would be foolish to do so.
Therefore, there was actually no need to worry about his loyalty.
Seeing that some people were pursuing, the other tribulation-crossing powerhouses also went to chase the demons.
After all, Wan Lei was their alliance leader and the strongest among them, having single-handedly turned the tide. Any past grievances and dissatisfaction had long since vanished.
These tribulation-crossing powerhouses led their respective armies to surround those demons and began the slaughter.
Because a large portion of the forces were engaged in killing demons, the pursuit and interception by the remaining remnants of the allied army was not strong enough, and many people escaped in the chaos.
Wan Lei did not pay much attention to these people. More than half of them had already died. The remaining ones either fled back to their respective families to huddle together for warmth, and when their army arrived, they could be caught in one fell swoop, saving the trouble of chasing them everywhere.
Or, some people did not even dare to return to their families and could only hide in remote and desolate corners, trembling like frightened quails, unable to cause any significant trouble.
Wan Lei did not personally participate in the pursuit. Instead, he controlled the Creation God Disc, continuously bombarding the demons below. With each laser beam, several demons were blasted away by the explosion and died on the spot.
In this encirclement and killing of demons, Wan Lei's lasers only served to suppress them. He did not unleash his full power. Even Old Fang and Fang Xiaoyu did not make a move and remained by his side.
As the saying goes, the alliance disciples needed to avenge themselves and needed an outlet for their emotions, and these inherently doomed foreign races were naturally the best targets.
The massacre continued for a full day and night.
These were over a hundred thousand elite demon troops, not a hundred thousand pigs. Even with the alliance soldiers surrounding them and the help of several tribulation-crossing powerhouses, they could not be killed in a short period.
And these remaining demons also exhibited tenacious fighting capabilities. Unlike the motley crew of the allied forces, as invaders, they knew they had no retreat and could only fight to the death, thus their resistance was extremely fierce.
Some demons even chose to self-destruct when they were about to die, taking some alliance disciples with them.
The fighting occurred in various locations. Whenever a group of demons tried to gather and form a united defense, Wan Lei would blast them all to death with his lasers, ensuring they remained scattered.
Although in war, there are bound to be casualties, it was better to lose fewer if possible.
The battle below finally concluded.
The entire southern half of the Yin Yang Sect was filled with ruins and layers upon layers of corpses. It could be said that since the establishment of the Yin Yang Sect over fifty thousand years ago, this sect had never experienced warfare of such intensity.
This was the decisive battle between the two strongest forces of a great world, a war that determined the fate of the entire world, which took place in this very location.
The elders and disciples of the Yin Yang Sect, who were originally laid-back and content with their lot, after experiencing the destruction of their homeland and the baptism of blood and fire, each possessed a demeanor completely different from before, exuding fierce and violent auras.
"We won!"
"We won!!"
"Long live the Thunder Emperor Alliance!"
"Long live the Alliance Leader!!!"
"Counterattack, kill all the demons!!"
The battle below had ended, and all the allied forces erupted in earth-shattering cheers.
Victory was merely the moment of final jubilation, brief yet brilliant.
But before the victory, everyone felt as if they were walking through a long, damp, and sweltering dark tunnel, with no one knowing where the end was. Sacrifice and death were the norm.
Wan Lei smiled slightly and waved his hand, preparing to order a general mobilization for the counterattack. However, Old Fang saw his intention and immediately stopped him.
"It is not yet time for a counterattack."
"Why? Look at these soldiers below, they are all filled with excitement and their morale is soaring. It is the perfect time to crush the enemy in one go. Why not counterattack?"
Wan Lei asked in confusion.
At this moment, the other tribulation-crossing powerhouses also flew back and overheard their conversation.
"Don't be fooled by the high morale of the soldiers now. This is all due to a great victory. Morale cannot fill their stomachs.
These soldiers have been fighting desperately for more than half a month. They are covered in injuries and their spiritual energy is depleted. They are already at the end of their ropes. How can they counterattack?"