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Huo Yuhao kept his composure with ease.

"You aren't actually planning to support the Sun Moon Empire, are you?"

Zhongli Wu lost his composure.

"Are you kidding? I moved the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters here. Why would I go back?"

"In the Undead Empire, we're the divine cult, the holy church, and I'm practically half an imperial preceptor..."

"Why return to the Sun Moon Empire? So it can suspect me every day, then use me as its dirty-work glove and purge me whenever it pleases?"

Huo Yuhao looked at Zhongli Wu. Zhongli Wu looked at Huo Yuhao. Zhongli Wu slowly raised the Sun Moon Empire's imperial token, and wicked ideas began multiplying between them.

"Then there's no problem, is there?"

Zhongli Wu swiftly regained his composure.

"Holy Son, I'm afraid that might be inappropriate. Your credibility..."

Huo Yuhao smiled. Under Zhongli Wu's astonished gaze, he pulled out the mutual assistance treaty they had signed.

"What does a treaty signed by the Holy Spirit Cult have to do with me, Huo Yuhao?"

"As for the Holy Spirit Cult's credibility..."

Huo Yuhao looked at Zhongli Wu. Zhongli Wu looked at Huo Yuhao. They spoke in unison.

"Credibility means jack shit to the Holy Spirit Cult! We're Evil Soul Masters. Who still keeps their word? That'd be pathetic!"

Meanwhile, on the Sun Moon Continent—

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! We can't hold out! We can't hold out!"

Xu Tianran's hair was disheveled. Watching the endless stream of Battle Armor Masters arriving from the Dragon King Era, along with their many Soul Tools, despair spread across his face.

"Where's the Undead Empire? Where are their people? Where are the reinforcements?"

"My Sun Moon Empire gave them its imperial token! Isn't that enough to earn us one round of support?"

"Your Majesty, Kong Deming took