"Your Majesty, everyone in Jiuyuan Holy Land is deeply grateful! The Lingtong Race will do everything in its power to serve you from now on! If you have any orders or requests, Jiuyuan Holy Land will not hesitate to comply."
Kasa led six World Lord elders before Kasolo, who had already landed on Lingshen Planet. They knelt on the ground, their expressions utterly respectful—more humble and deferential than when Kasa had once paid his respects to their ancestor.
The handsome young man was still surrounded by a dense aura of killing intent. At Kasa's words, he replied impatiently, "What use do I have for the Lingtong Race to do everything in its power for me? Hmph. Jiuyuan Holy Land? There won't be a Jiuyuan Holy Land anymore."
Kasa and the World Lord elders behind him all looked devastated. On the one hand, they had just heard confirmation from the ruler of the Kasolo Empire himself that their ancestor had fallen.
On the other, their request to latch onto a powerful patron had gone unanswered.
The Lingtong Race was now in a perilous situation. The hundred thousand years they had been given amounted to little more than a suspended death sentence—in truth, it was a slow, agonizing decline.
Seeing the Emperor Kasolo appear out of nowhere and intervene at the final moment to save the Lingtong Race, Kasa had grasped at the faint hope of winning his allegiance and declared his submission.
Whether Kasolo had his eye on some treasure belonging to the Lingtong Race or truly had some connection to their ancestor, pledging themselves to the ruler of the Kasolo Empire was undoubtedly their best option. Besides, they had no other choice.
But apparently, this peerless expert who had driven Yinhu Island away with a single word had no interest