At this moment, he seemed to be carrying the weight of the Hundred Thousand Mountains!
Bang! He involuntarily prostrated on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Spare me, spare me... Are you the Ultimate Saint?"
His mind immediately thought of that legendary figure spoken of by these alien races.
Levi couldn't be bothered to waste words with him, directly enslaving him with the Black Emperor Dragon.
"Master, what are your orders?"
The man knelt on the ground, his face respectful.
This method left the White Bear Tribe in awe.
Especially the White King, a thousand years later, it was only at the Level 8 Middle Stage, while the Ultimate Saint had probably surpassed it by ten floors!
"Thank you, Saint!"
The White King led his tribe in kneeling, expressing their gratitude.
"It's okay, there were no casualties, right?"
"No."
"Alright, I'm heading back now."
"My Lord, how is my brother... is he well?"
"He's fine, already at the Level 8 Late Stage."
Levi comforted.
