"Sacred Priest Mo, you have come from afar. I failed to welcome you properly; I hope you will forgive me." Prince Li Ji Yuan's resonant voice nearly echoed through all of Jiangzhou City. The confidence in his voice put the ministers of the various separatist powers within Jiangzhou City somewhat at ease.
Sacred Priest Mo Yu, standing in the sky, looked at the calm-faced Prince Li Ji Yuan, and grew even angrier.
Great Zhou had been left teetering in this storm-tossed state, and Prince Li Ji Yuan bore at least half—perhaps even more—of the responsibility.
Especially the Human-Demon Defense Line, which had been lost under Prince Li Ji Yuan's command.
After losing the Human-Demon Defense Line, Prince Li Ji Yuan had actually carved out his own domain and declared independence. Not only had he taken away a portion of Great Zhou's most elite warriors, battle-hardened through long years of warfare on the Human-Demon Battlefield, he had also taken away the vast quantities of war supplies Great Zhou had stockpiled there.
At the same time, he had firmly tied down Great Zhou's most elite Zhendong Army.
It could be said that it was precisely this internal attrition that had kept Great Zhou from withstanding the Devil Race's offensive. That, in turn, gave confidence to the Foreign Races eyeing them like tigers watching prey, leading to the present situation of so many Foreign Races invading Great Zhou.
It could be said that Prince Li Ji Yuan was the chief culprit behind all of this.
Today, Sacred Priest Mo Yu had come to hold Prince Li Ji Yuan accountable—to deal with him.
Others might not have been able to deal with Prince Li Ji Yuan, but Sacred Priest Mo Yu's formidable power, together with the Ancestral God Hall's tradition of upholding the realm,