The crowd was shocked.
Hearing the king's words, their anger soared to the heavens. They had a premonition about the king's next move; he was going to resist the Divine Clan, no... he was going to slaughter the Divine Clan.
Since the emperor and empress were suppressed, Sky City fell, turning into the Land of Bitter Cold, the Netherworld had silently changed.
Compromise, silence, acceptance, endurance...
For a long time, many newly born members of the Ming Tribe believed that the Netherworld belonged to the Divine Clan, and they started to form that deeply ingrained mindset.
Invisibly, they developed a certain servile nature and dared not resist when seeing the Divine Clan.
Many elderly members of the Ming Tribe saw this, filled with sorrow and helplessness, for even the Nether Emperor had chosen to compromise, what could they do?
Moreover, the Divine Clan was so powerful.
Even if the entire Netherworld joined together, they couldn't necessarily do anything.
But now...
