One after another, divine light emanated from the statues in the void. The will of the Great Emperor was strong. Each statue represented the existence of a god under the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.
Ye Futian looked over there, laughing to himself. Did they think he was so easy to bully?
"Deva, the head of the Eight Legions, and the Heavenly Emperor of the Old Heaven Court was not something that the Mahoraga Tribe could hope to compare with. Although I am in control of the will of the Mahoraga, I have gained nothing so far. This place is different. The statues of all the gods are perfect and intact, unlike the relics of the Mahoraga, which are all broken remains, and many of them have lost their heritage."