Yan Ye glanced dismissively over the entire Yanmo Heavenly Clan. Although the closer one got to the heart of the city, the denser the population became, and one could see some semblance of the clan's former glory, Yan Ye still held them in utter contempt. "In my eyes, the lives of billions in the Yanmo Heavenly Clan are worth less than her alone. Do you think I've returned to rely on your strength to defeat the Spirit God Clan? Hmph, taking the heads of Ming Xiu and Ming Hong is as easy as reaching into a bag for me, and even that person at the summit of Demon Spirits is but a trifling matter. Why would I need you?"
The black dragons were sincerely terrified; it was not just that Yan Ye did not need them, but even if he did, simply receiving an order from him would be their honor.
"Your Majesty, your servant recognizes his mistake!"
