Dozens of kin at the Nascent Phase that matched Lower Gods knelt in unison upon the dark brown soil.
Qin Chuan stood up from his throne, walked slowly to the foremost Divine Guard, and reached out to pinch the other's shoulder.
The material was neither gold nor stone, carrying a warm touch, yet it contained energy pulsations that far exceeded the rule strength of Lower Gods in the Main Universe.
"Rise."
Qin Chuan spoke.
Swish.
Dozens of Divine Guards stood up simultaneously, without the slightest extra sound of colliding armor.
On the hilltop, Wrath watched this scene, his eyes practically popping out of his sockets.
"Mass-producing Lower Gods? The hell are you making mud figures over here!"
Because a large amount of his Origin Essence had been extracted just now, Wrath was now so weak that he could only howl hoarsely with a strained voice, "The crystal wall system of the Main Universe absolutely forbids large-scale creations of this magnitude! This damned place of yours is going to collapse sooner or later!"
Nearby, Gluttony chewed on chaotic emotions while spitting out pure energy.
"Save your breath." Gluttony's largest mouth smacked. "He has hit-men now. What are we going to do if he uses us to practice his blades in a moment?"
Qin Chuan turned his head, his gaze falling upon Wrath.
"Your proposal is not bad."
Qin Chuan snapped his fingers and pointed at Wrath, who was hanging off the hilltop.
"Send five people. Loosen up that red friend of ours. Don't beat him to death, he's still useful."
Five Divine Guards emanating the aura of Temperance gave no response, turned directly, and strode toward the back hill.
Seeing this posture, Wrath laughed out of extreme anger.
"What's this? You really take me for a punching bag?"
"I am an