Yan Xiaobao pondered for a while, but he quickly agreed with what was said. After all, Divine Beasts were the sovereigns of beasts. They were the most awe-inspiring and the strongest creatures. They carried the bloodline of Gods, and possessed abilities that others could only dream of.
Even the golden young man gazed at Yan Xiaobao with a complicated expression. Unfortunately, it was impossible for Yan Xiaobao to decipher the thoughts hidden within his mind.
Now, Yan Xiaobao stood in the center of the city, astonished by the outcome of the war he had just finished. Comparing the actual event to his expectations, the war turned out to be unusually straightforward. It was something he owed to the enemy's Great Marshall. His certainty of victory was once challenged by the Crusaders, but in the end, both the Emperor and the Great Marshall fell into the hands of the beast tribe. With their downfall, the Spanish Empire also suffered setbacks, and now it belonged to the beasts.
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