The six False Divine Kings surrounded Chu Yuan, looking at him in his moment of glorious radiance, unable to contain the fury of the Medicinal Herb Clan. A roar of extreme anger echoed out.
"Slaves and servants for all eternity!"
Within the War Army Chessboard, Chu Yuan did not cut off their awareness of the outside world. A massive illusory screen appeared, allowing the members of the Medicinal Herb Clan to see and hear what was happening outside.
Upon hearing these words, the faces of millions of Medicinal Herb Clan members contorted in anguish.
They were once the Sovereigns of the Southern Mystic Realm, descendants of the Celestial Gods. Even though they have fallen so far, they still held onto their inherent dignity.
"They will be the slaves and servants."
Chu Yuan's face remained stoic, his eyes blazing with a golden flame.
