"I'm already straining my Divine Power to control this many Exotic Beasts. I estimate I have three hours at most before I lose my grip on the High-tier ones."
Beside him, an even taller giant—a full five meters tall, with blue runes on his skin and a ghostly light gleaming in his eyes—spoke, his expression weary.
"I never expected their weaponry to be so formidable. If the Great Shang also possessed weapons like these…"
The bearded man's eyes grew cold. He felt the Nine-Clan Elders needed to completely re-evaluate their assessment of the Central Plains and the Great Shang.
"That's only a fraction of it. They have many other weapons of immense power that they didn't use because they're too terrifyingly destructive and indiscriminate…"
Just then, another man beside them frowned and interjected.
"To think they have such things!"
The bearded man's expression darkened. The strength of the Central Plains Dynasty had far exceeded his expectations.
