...Surrender?
This was a word outside of any true soldier's vocabulary, a completely foreign concept. If it was understood, then it carried the same meaning as death and disgrace. Therefore, Wei Wuyin's words didn't invoke the unrestrained laughter or mockery that one might expect, but an increasingly crushing surge of pure, unadulterated killing intent.
They were silent, but the killing aura emitted was like thunderous booms in the most terrifying storm. Even those at the far edges of the Nexus Battlefield felt it. There was a mortal soldier who felt just a wisp of this and their Astral Soul quivered chaotically until his mind was beset by inevitable thoughts of his impending death. All of a sudden, his body started to swell slightly like an inflating balloon.
BOOM!
Without any warning, the soldier exploded. Bits of their flesh and bone erupted everywhere alongside an outburst of astral force and his innate energies.
Cultivation Deviation!
(Nods, Nods, Nods).
Focus up!
Kill him!
Wait, what?! - All the Spirits of War right about now. Lol.