"Have these two little fellows discovered our existence?"
"No rush, they are just two ants. Merely our tools. Easily replaceable."
"Ants of mere Imperial Lord Realm dare to ally with the Evil God? Such folly."
These towering figures threw out some plaques inscribed with lifespans.
They gathered around in a grand hall.
All around the hall were powerful beings emanating strange divine power fluctuations.
Such a scene, if Wang Ye saw it, the mere aura would be enough to crush his will to resist.
The power of a True God is indeed formidable.
One among them seemed to have lost a bet before, swearing incessantly.
"A damn bunch of failures. I made you the Guardian Spirit Clan, and yet all ten thousand inheritors were wiped out by the Evil God. It ruined my plans."
As he spoke, he made a gesture with his right hand, adding a wrinkle to his youthful face.
Soon after, a white rectangular plaque inscribed with three thousand years of life span was thrown directly into the hall.
