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Usurpers.

Usurpers were nothing!

It wasn't that Ji Jue had fought so many battles at the highest level that he'd grown arrogant enough to look down on Usurpers.

Everyone at that level looked down on them.

Of all the Great Evil's followers, Usurpers were among the most embarrassing.

So embarrassing that when Vortex called a meeting, they had to sit at the same table as White Hall... They weren't even as useful as the Evil Transformation Cult without Lu Changsheng!

At least the cultists were real cockroaches. They were everywhere.

But Usurpers? Every last one was a shut-in who ruled his own little patch of turf. They looked all-powerful there, their word absolute, but making a single ally beyond it took them longer than a cockroach twitching its antennae. And apart from frightening people, it never led to anything good.

Even Usurpers couldn't stand each other. Cooperation was out of the question; what they liked best was a fight to the death.

They couldn't unite among themselves, and never would. How could a Usurper submit to anyone else?

Yet beyond their own territory, they were little use.

What use could they be?

Come on, the Federation and the Empire were watching!

Celestial Origin was both the source of their power and the cause of their downfall.

In the Present World, they didn't dare steal food from the Federation's or the Empire's bowls. Beneath Vortex, they had nowhere to go.

The other factions at least had powerful figures beneath Vortex.

Flawless Temple's upper and lower courts were closely linked, Deepdark gathered its own together, and Heavenly Heart Society tossed down instances whenever it was bored. Even the wolves had two wolf lords, Mountain Wolf and Heart Wolf, and now Ji Jue as well.

The Tower?

Sorry, it had nothing!

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