One year passed. Mike had finally finished planting the Black Dragon's clones. Under his control, these clones formed a line underground, forming a barrier. Divine power flowed within, the originally shaky Northern Region also gradually stabilized.
Mike stood in midair, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Suddenly, some figures appeared before his eyes. He could not help but frown. They were a group of miners. They were dressed in the clothes of an unknown faction, they were unscrupulously mining the Northern Region's mineral resources.
Mike recalled the group of people he had met when he had just become a divine-tier expert. He could not help but shake his head. He understood that he had to chase this group of people out of the Northern Region so that the new city would be able to settle down.
