Although both of them were at the peak of the body refining realm, there was a huge difference in their talent, while Dawn can circulate mana at the rate of 180 rounds per minute, Zampa wasn't even close to that number.

Cultivators at the peak of body refining already had the raw strength of 1000 kg, as if that wasn't enough, the strength was further reinforced by their circulation, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth. So it was no wonder that Zampa couldn't resist.

It took some time before the Soldiers nearby were able to process the situation around them.

"The chief is captured!"

"Protect the commander!"

Loud shouts filled with rage and unwillingness echoed in the surroundings, things weren't supposed to be like this.

They were supposed to destroy this tribe and go home, but things never go according to the plan.

"I will ask you questions and you will answer them. If you agree then raise your hand and if you don't think keep it low." Dawn's words echoed in the surroundings, his voice carried a certain authority that couldn't be ignored.

Zampa found himself raising his hand unconsciously at his words.

"Good! Now ask your men to drop their weapons and kneel," Dawn lazily said with an indifferent expression on his face, with those words he released Zampa.

Dawn wasn't worried about Zampa attacking him now that he was free, well if he dared to attack, Dawn would vanish him to the shadow realm with a slap.

Zampa traced his fingers on the mark left behind by Dawn's grip, on his neck the imprint of Dawn's fingers was clearly visible, Zampa felt as if death had clutched his neck.

The pride that he had vanished like it was smoke, with soulless eyes he commanded his men to drop the weapons.

Hundreds of men who survived, dropped their weapons and fell on their knees, their clenched teeth and look of defiance in their eyes, struggle was clearly visible on their faces.

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"Good! Very good!" Dawn mumbled, at least this guy knew what was good for him.

"I will give you a chance to live," Dawn announced in an emotionless tone.

A glint of hope appeared in Zampa's eyes, he could finally light at the end of the tunnel, he turned his head in the direction of Dawn and waited for him to speak.

Dawn was pleased with Zampa's reaction, maybe he should have gone a little easy on him. Anyways, he opened his mouth while turning his head away from Zampa for a better effect.

"You will have to serve me for as long you live," Dawn words were indifferent and cold, however to they were like music to Zampa's ears.

In the world Dradevows, it was a common practice, if you are defeated in battle either you have to die or submit, Zampa was smart enough of to know what to choose.

Dawn of course wasn't aware of this practice, he found Zamp's reaction strange. What was there to excited about serving him, being a slave of others, doing their bidding?

Dawn shook his head and stopped thinking about it, he had compelling reasons to not kill everyone here.

One of them was, that he trained manpower power, back in Tribe there were barely 50 soldiers. And secondly, he wasn't worried about their loyalty as he had the white Demon which he hadn't summoned.

Inside Dawn's sea of consciousness, a card silently floated. This was the same card that he had gotten after defeating the white demon in that hole.

White demon wasn't a monster that he had naturally unlocked but an acquired one, so it worked differently than his other monsters.

Dawn focused on the card and it appeared in his hand, without further ado he crushed the card.

Under the watchful eyes of Zampa, a faceless monster appeared out of thin air.

Before he could think about anything, Zampa's face suddenly turned pale as he was hit by the pressure of Cultivator at the Channel Construction Realm.

Zampa fell to his knees, blood started to flow out of his nose and ears.

"Stop it you stupid demon," Dawn hurriedly shouted to stop the demon, although the white demon was now his servant but he still remembered how Dawn killed him so he had some resentment, but he couldn't do anything to Dawn so White Demon went with the second best option.

At Dawn's words, White Demon's pressure receded like a tide.

White Demin could have directly killed Zampa but he didn't do so as he didn't want to push Dawn too much.

After pressure vanished Zampa got up and looked at White Demon with fear.

"If you already had a monster at Channel Construction can't you have just summoned earlier…" Zampa cursed Dawn in his mind, at the same time he turned even more vigilant and curious of Dawn's identity.

If Zampa knew Dawn could summon four more monster at Channel Construction Relm, how will he react, he would surely spit blood out of his mouth.

Dawn turned his face to look and directly transmitted his voice in the Demons head.

"Enslave them"

White Demon nodded and got to work, hundred of black insect were released from his hands, before Zampa could react one of the insect jumped and entered inside his body and merged with him.

Dawn was satisfied by the result now he was assured at least one they wouldn't think about be betraying him.

Zampa looked at his men then back at Dawn, something happened to him a few seconds ago and he didn't know what it was.

Zampa had a pondering expression on his face, before he could think further Dawn's voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Follow me we are going back," Dawn said with a smile in his face, their battle was over in minutes now it was time to go back.

Zampa nodded wit a serious expression on his face, now he had to be respectful after he had accepted to serve Dawn.

He turned his head towards his men and shouted," Men prepare yourself we are moving."

Hundreds of men laughed in relief, but their face soon turned bitter when they looked at the bodies lying wirelessly in the ground.

They jumped down from their horses and respectfully placed all the bodies at one place before burning them, in the end all of the bowed.

Dawn didn't interfere in fact he had a look of approval in his eyes. His soldiers should at least know how to respect the dead.

After 10 minutes they were done, and Dawn started to move.