Wang Mazi's voice rang out before the city gates, neither loud nor soft.
Dark clouds pressed down overhead.
Lightning flickered faintly through them, an anomaly caused by the Strange Dragons moving out together. Their overwhelming pressure blanketed almost all of Jiangbei. Humans were inherently frail. Faced with the Strange Entity Clan's strongest war machines, the Strange Dragons, even the Continent Lords of fourth-level continents instinctively felt a trace of fear deep in their souls. No one spoke.
The atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.
The Mortal Domain Members guarding the gates all wore Mortal Domain Uniforms. They stood straight and expressionless, matching in height, each with sharply defined features. All had been selected from the War Pavilion.
The next moment—
A small door suddenly opened on the side of the Dragon Chariot.
Chen Fan stepped out and stood on the Dragon Chariot, looking down at everyone.
Behind him stood the nearly hundred-meter-tall Dragon Chariot. Before him, nine Strange Dragons lay prostrate, their heads lowered in submission.
He simply gazed calmly at everyone.
"Forget it."
The Continent Lord of the Northbound Continent suddenly gave a bitter chuckle, not daring to meet Chen Fan's gaze. Jiangbei had decent scenery. Staying here from now on would be fine. The outcome of today's conference was practically certain: imprisonment.
Once the Mortal Domain devoured all their continents' resources and their Jade Seals became invalid, whether they lived or died would depend on its mood.
This was a Hongmen Banquet.
And it was one they could not refuse.
Yet just then—
Sections of stairs extended from the Dragon Chariot's platform down to the ground.
Chen Fan descended the stairs and approached the crowd, suddenly smiling. "When I have nothing to do, I like going out hunting. I got back a little late and lost some time. I