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.

looked at James in disbelief and asked, “Did...did you submit to Xanthakos?” James

to him?” Taichu asked, puzzled, “Then, are you working with

Source’s forces and assemble seven

you will be the commander of

at the

below shouldn’t be considered.” The Spiritual Saints exchanged hesitant glances,

said firmly, “The rules of the

not Xanthakos or

allowed to voice

welcome debate

in fierce arguments or fighting.” The Spiritual Saints bowed

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

might be too high of a requirement.”

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