James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group.

The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation.

Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation.

Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them.

Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect.

Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “ That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army.

Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?” James folded his hand behind his back and answered, “No.

They answer to my command now.” At his declaration, a collective gasp swept through the divine assembly.

Xanthakos?” James stared at her and

could he have submitted to him?” Taichu asked, puzzled, “Then, are

Wyrmscale Source’s forces and assemble seven

be

gather powerhouses that are at the Spiritual Sage and

The Spiritual Saints exchanged hesitant glances, wrestling

said firmly, “The rules of the past do

Xanthakos

are allowed to voice

debate

punish anyone even if it results in fierce arguments or fighting.” The Spiritual Saints bowed

said, “Since you've allowed it, I will give you my honest opinion.” James responded, “Go on.” Seraphine said, “The Spiritual

high of a

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