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

“Absurd! 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

Source’s

be the commander of

at the Spiritual Sage and

Spiritual Saints exchanged hesitant glances, wrestling

said firmly, “The rules of the past do

Xanthakos or

voice your

welcome debate

it results in

my honest opinion.” James responded, “Go on.” Seraphine said, “The Spiritual

afraid that might be too high of a requirement.”

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