Chapter 561

Singer's sudden words caught Renard off guard.

"What did you say?" he could not help asking.

So Singer repeated what he had just said.

Renard fell silent for a while, then shook his head without saying anything and returned directly to the mortal realm.

Although things had developed completely differently from his original plan, they were changing for the better rather than getting worse.

The Orc Pantheon abandoning the "Isis" organization meant that the coming operation to purge it would encounter little resistance, making things easier for everyone.

It was just... when he thought of how, over the years, the organization's fanatics had sweated and bled for the Orc Pantheon, committing every imaginable evil, only to be cast aside so casually in the end, he could not help feeling rather bitter.

After a while, he arrived at the Orc Empire's capital, the Great Golden Tent, and met the current Orc Emperor, Yurnero.

Emperor Yurnero's face was somewhat pale, not from fear or anything else, but because the main plane's rejection of him was growing increasingly severe, making him very uncomfortable.

As a veteran demigod powerhouse, although he had not formally ascended to godhood, his strength was no weaker than that of an ordinary weak divine power deity. He had long crossed the warning line of the main plane's protective barrier. Ever since long ago, he had deliberately suppressed his own power to avoid being detected and punished by the barrier.

But even so, as he grew stronger and stronger, his power became harder and harder to suppress.

It was like a deity stepping into the mortal world. They could certainly suppress their power to the Legendary tier, but their realm remained. And realm itself was also a kind of power.

Therefore, once one became powerful enough, there was simply no