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.

“Did...did you submit to Xanthakos?” James stared at her and questioned, “Submit? What

puzzled, “Then, are you working with him? Xanthakos

commanded, “Mobilize Wyrmscale Source’s forces and

will be the

gather powerhouses that are at the Spiritual Sage and

Spiritual Saints exchanged

firmly, “The rules of the past do not bind

Xanthakos or

allowed to voice your concerns and

welcome debate and

results in fierce arguments or fighting.” The Spiritual Saints bowed in

said, “Since you've allowed it, I will give you my honest opinion.” James responded,

of a requirement.” The Mountain Saint, Kronos, chimed in,

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