A smile tugged at Fang Yi's lips.
This was good news.
Once Little Flower successfully mastered the Throne, Fang Yi would have three Lord-level powers under his command!
The struggle for Thrones across the world was bloody. Countless people had killed until their hearts went cold in pursuit of a Throne, leaving innumerable families shattered and ruined. All of it was enough to prove the overwhelming allure of the Thrones.
Obtaining even one Throne was already a stroke of luck.
Who in the world could command several Thrones alone like Fang Yi?
Forget individuals—even nations... at present, not a single country could command several Lords while ensuring their absolute loyalty.
In other words, in the global struggle for Thrones, Fang Yi had not only crushed countless competitors, but had risen above even massive national institutions!
"Let's go. It's time to check on Little Flower."
Fang Yi turned and looked at Lin Yiyi, who stood gracefully in the distance.
Lin Yiyi was still staring upward at the blazing sea of fire rolling across the sky. Her dark eyes were dyed crimson by the flames, as though she were studying Fang Yi's previous slash.
Although Lin Yiyi had not fought, simply watching Fang Yi battle still gave her insight.
Hearing Fang Yi's words, Lin Yiyi came back to herself. She tucked back the hair scattered by the wind and smiled sweetly at him.
"Okay, cousin."
Fang Yi had always acted swiftly and decisively, and he immediately prepared to set off.
As they watched Fang Yi embark on the road once more,
the Pioneers all fell silent. There was so much they wanted to say, yet every word caught in their chests.
"Is Undertaker Captain... rushing off to another region again, to handle other matters?"
Someone's gaze was complicated.
From their meeting to