This was the unshakable confidence of an overlord race that had ravaged countless cosmic calamities, destroyed countless civilizations, crushed countless intelligent species, and ruled over all things without restraint. If not for the too many sins entangling this race, if not for the too many traitors betraying humanity's camp, then no matter how powerful the allied army of the gods might have been, what of it? They would still have been wiped out clean.
The children whose noses had been beaten bloody had already stopped crying. Struggling to their feet, covered in mud, they ran toward their homes. Lin Qi watched them and merely sighed inwardly. No one knew what today's encounter would bring these children. Would they grow strong, or become complete cowards?
"More likely, humanity has gained a few more scoundrels from this day onward!" Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse spoke in a deep, muffled voice. "We've seen this sort of thing plenty of times! Of course, under Lord Lin Qi's governance, I believe they have a better chance of becoming good people!"
Lin Qi coughed. Was Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse flattering him?
Setting that question aside, Lin Qi once again asked Osmanthus Tree and the others, "What exactly happened to those Imperial Sovereigns?"
Imperial Sovereign-level experts were the strongest among humanity. Indeed, it could even be said that they stood at the very pinnacle of the entire universe. Any one of them could easily dictate the fate of any intelligent race. A single word from them could destroy a river of stars; a single sentence could decide the life or death of countless living beings.
Such experts should have been humanity's finest shield, humanity's final support. Yet these very experts had developed problems they never should have had. They abandoned their own race, betrayed their responsibilities,