"Indeed, the God Emperor's decree was right; the Yanhuang Clan has indeed lifted the bloodline curse. Damn these peasants, they've fallen to such a state and still won't be quiet!"
The Tortoise Shell man's eyes were filled with intense malice as he looked at the Yanhuang Clan with a trace of murderous intent. If it weren't for the God Emperor's orders, he would have exterminated the Yanhuang Clan long ago, not allowing such a lowly race to barely survive in the world.
"However, how did these peasants manage to lift the Absolute Spirit curse?"
With confusion in his heart, the Tortoise Shell man leapt into the air, ready to leave. The orders given by the God Emperor were very simple - to confirm whether the Yanhuang Clan had lifted the Absolute Spirit curse.
Since the task was completed, he naturally wanted to leave, although he also wished he could annihilate the Yanhuang Clan...
"Since you're here, why hurry to leave?"
