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.

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

Xanthakos isn’t even fit to be my master’s underling! How could he have submitted to him?” Taichu asked, puzzled, “Then, are you working with him? Xanthakos is a notoriously cunning—” James interjected, “Enough! Spiritual Saints!” “Present!” The Spiritual Saints

commanded, “Mobilize Wyrmscale Source’s forces and

of you will be

gather powerhouses that are at the Spiritual

considered.” The Spiritual Saints exchanged

of the past do

Xanthakos or

allowed to voice your

welcome debate

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

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

too high of a requirement.” The Mountain Saint, Kronos, chimed

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