Sloth Mist Gao was in a terrible mood.
It was already miserable enough, and now it had to be mocked by the Blood Clan Blood Child it had once looked down on. The stark contrast made it feel awful all over.
It was like some junior it had originally disdained had suddenly risen up and stood above its head.
As an old-timer, how could it possibly save face?
The answer was obvious.
At this moment, it could practically feel the teasing and strange looks directed at it from all around, making it wish it could crawl into a hole in the ground.
The looks everyone gave Sloth Mist Gao were indeed somewhat subtle.
Sloth Mist Gao's identity and standing within the Black Annihilation Army had always been rather awkward.
Before this, they might have still feared and dreaded it somewhat. But now, that fear and dread had naturally shifted to the new commander. What they felt even more was reverence, because what the Blood God Clone had done was enough to earn the admiration of these Darkness Breeds.
He had been willing to help even someone he did not get along with. It was hard for them not to admire him.
At this moment, every Darkness Breed in the Black Annihilation Army felt that this new commander was someone to whom they could entrust their backs.
At the very least, they would not have to worry about being sold out by him.
Conversely, Sloth Mist Gao's prestige naturally plummeted. Everyone's fear and dread of it had diminished again and again without them realizing it, no longer as intense as before.
Prestige was intangible and shapeless, yet it existed with utmost clarity in everyone's hearts. All it often took for it to rise or fall was a small matter.
Since the