"No!"
The King of the Underground People screamed and roared, feeling as though the heavens had collapsed. The Underground People had been discarded by the Night World like worthless trash, so disgusted by their filth that it did not even want to look at them again.
Was this the sorrow of being servants?
"Great God of Night, you cannot treat the Underground People this way! For all these years, the Underground People have upheld your will and devoted everything with all our hearts. You cannot do this! You promised us that this world would become great through your supreme glory, that you would cultivate our race into..."
The several Stigmata Wizards had long since grown accustomed to scenes of abandonment and betrayal like this.
Those who were not of our kind would surely harbor different hearts. These Underground People were merely tools of the Night World. Just like the Wizard Alliance: if some matter threatened the Wizard World and made it necessary to abandon one of the worlds in the alliance, those True Spirit Wizards likely would not hesitate in the slightest.
"Heh heh, let's go. Bone Bell Tower has already taken Ivory Castle and Mystery Disk to the Pulse World the Sea People summoned and contacted. We should hurry—perhaps we can still get there before them and reap some benefits from the Ancient Dragonkin in the Explosive Thunder World!"
Even Youquan could not help feeling a trace of excitement, obsession, even addiction at this effortless method of plundering wealth. She could hardly wait to find the Ancient Dragonkin and extort the Explosive Thunder World.
"Great Wizards, the Underground People are willing to offer everything we have, to be slaves and servants. We beg the great Wizard World to have mercy upon our race and grant us a chance to