An Underground People slave walked ahead of the four Stigmata Sorcerers, bowing and scraping as he led the way.
"Masters, ahead lies the Underground People's underground city. The King of the Underground controls the Dark Night Altar, which is said to possess the power to summon gods."
Crunch!
Green bit into a sour, astringent fruit that Little Eight and Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird had found somewhere in the underground space. Beneath his Face of Truth, his two-colored eyes gazed toward the immense city in the distance, a hundred times grander than the fortress they had destroyed just a few hourglasses ago.
The city was clearly in its highest state of combat readiness, armed to the teeth. Countless Underground People were constantly being mobilized and relocated. Everyone stared in terror at the four terrifying auras of destruction drawing closer through the distant darkness, trembling instinctively.
Had it not been for the figure in the sky above the city's center, blessed by two entwined World Lords, the city would likely have collapsed on its own long ago.
Heh heh...
The four sneered. Then, noticing something, they simultaneously looked toward a large group of Underground People running out from the underground city in the distance.
"What, is the King of the Underground only capable of sending these little ones to their deaths?"
Xiweiernis's soul soundwaves spread into every corner of the underground city. That single sentence was likely more destructive than the sorcery he had just cast at the cost of enormous amounts of magic power.
Xiweiernis was about to casually slaughter these Underground People when he noticed something else behind his raised magic staff. With a snicker, he slowly lowered it.
These Underground People had actually brought out a vast amount of treasure and wealth!
"Wah gaga gaga, looks like they're surrendering?"
Little