In the distant void.
Several powerful figures who had long been lurking nearby in concealment, observing in silence, all sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
As far as the eye could see, the weakest aura among them was already at the True God realm!
"I heard that Elizabeth is the Empress Consort of the Crossbridge Empire…"
Within a hidden layer of clouds, a burly man whose face was half-covered in dark-golden patterns twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
How could a legion that filled the heavens number only ten million?
"What an enviable stroke of fortune~"
Beside him stood a voluptuous, enchanting woman.
Her blue-gray hair was tied high, and the tight snakescale leather armor clung to her body, outlining curves that made the heart race.
Her eyes held both envy and undisguised greed toward the territory of the Scions of the Sacred Dragon.
"Maybe if I went to the Crossbridge Empire, I could snag the position of empress consort myself."
