Countless evil ghost armies, Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals departing afar, heading towards the distant Minor Thousand World.
"Pay respects to the Supreme Honor..."
On the spot, the middle-aged cultivator with elegant hair, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, Mingguang Zi, and Xi Ping'an knelt down with the utmost reverence, their demeanor as lowly as could be.
But no response was forthcoming.
The Upper Realm army has arrived, with no apparent reward or reprimand for them, as if a component had finished its task, serving no further purpose, devoid of any value.
No one paid attention to them.
"Alas..."
