In front of these tens of thousands of golden figures stood a man dressed in a golden robe, straddling a golden warhorse, wielding a golden saber.
The golden helmet atop his head cast a slowly brightening glow.
His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and his warhorse neighed fiercely.
The firmament above was overtaken by the gold.
The tens of thousands of golden figures behind him were also brimming with overwhelming power, suppressing everything.
"So you really did come," the golden figure spoke indifferently.
"And you are?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"He is the War God of the Holy Hall," the Great Emperor Funiu said from the side.
"Looks like you've brought quite the retinue; the War God and the Army of Myriad Gods are both here."
"So this is where you were waiting for me," Zimo chuckled.
"Surrender quietly and come with us to see the Holy Ancestor, and you shall be spared," the War God declared.
His voice, filled with rich Spiritual Energy, echoed across the entire west.
