Almost every martial artist, the moment they were poured out from the Purple-Black Gourd, cared nothing for their dignity and immediately collapsed to the ground.
While most of them couldn't even make a sound at this point, being able to lie flat on the ground already felt like the greatest relief.
"Marquis Zheng, no matter what you do, we will never yield!" A quarter hour later, yet another obstinate soul staggered to his feet and spoke stubbornly.
But confronting this unrepentant fool, Zheng Ming didn't hesitate to wield the Purple-Black Gourd again, sucking everyone back into it in one swift move.
"Lord Marquis, only a few remain defiant. Isn't this method a bit excessive?"
"Ever heard of collective punishment?" Zheng Ming responded bluntly.
Viewing these Demon Suppression Army soldiers, Zheng Ming had already abandoned any lofty expectations for them.
