The threads of light connected with the Hall of Heroes, and the Osmanthus Tree's voice quietly rang out. "The Hall of Heroes' consciousness has been preserved intact. During the ancient divine war, every warrior inhabited by a heroic spirit from the Hall of Heroes died in battle. The heroic spirits of the Hall of Heroes themselves did not possess much combat strength, so the Hall of Heroes was... captured by the gods!"
Countless roots swayed gently, and the Osmanthus Tree's voice carried an indescribably teasing note. "Aha, the captured Hall of Heroes! Can I say that you are the first combat unit in the history of the Origin Realm to be captured?"
A resounding, sacred voice boomed out. "Shut up! This is a disgrace, but what could I do? My commander only prepared a reserve legion of thirty million men for me. Once all thirty million had died, I lost nearly all my combat power! Did you expect my heroic spirits to scare those gods away? Without warriors to inhabit, without them wielding the heroic spirits' immense power, my... my combat strength approached zero!"
Lin Qi's fingertip stung, and a drop of blood flowed along the cyan thread of light into the Hall of Heroes. Before long, Lin Qi obtained supreme command over it, and the Hall of Heroes cried out in delight, "It is a great honor to meet you, esteemed Lord Lin Qi! I hope that under your command, I may wash away the humiliation of being captured by the enemy! My apologies, but could you first wait for me to completely break the restrictions the enemy placed upon me? Also, I hope you can prepare a sufficient number of reserve legions for me—the more, the better. As for the combat strength of their original bodies, I do