As the image within the Imprint Jade Slip shifted, a line of figures appeared before the mountain of corpses still streaming with blood.
At the front of the first row, on the left, stood the deathly pale Third Grand Authority Priest Kan Mo. Ye Zhen stood in the center, while Water Spirit Hall Master Hai Fan stood on the right.
The second row consisted, in order, of the six great marshals currently under Ye Zhen's command: Liu Feng, Gu Tieqi, He Qi, Miao Bi, Che Ben, and Mo Zhun, along with Zheng Dangshi, Yi Jue, and Niu Er.
The twelve men stood in two rows. Apart from Third Grand Authority Priest Kan Mo and Water Spirit Hall Master Hai Fan at the forefront, every one of the others was drenched in blood.
Including Ye Zhen, they all looked as though they had been fished out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Blood slurry still streamed down Ye Zhen's body.
The twelve said not a word. Yet the instant they appeared before the eyes of Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long and the gathered high ministers of Great Zhou, an indescribably tragic aura surged forth. Their baleful intent soared into the heavens, making everyone present turn grave.
Even though this was Grand Priest Bai Xiang's second time seeing this scene, he was still deeply moved.
"Your subject Ye Zhen, Commander of the Bloodlight Fortress Defense Army and, after reorganization, Marshal of the Zhenhai Army, leads his marshals in paying respects to Your Majesty!"
After performing a grand salute, Ye Zhen knelt on one knee toward the Imprint Jade Slip. The marshals behind him also bowed in grand salute.
Though they were separated by the Imprint Jade Slip, the blood slurry splashing from the generals as they knelt made the