The Dark Bishop returned to the deepest part of the hall in a sorry state. He walked into a room and took out a large number of spatial crystals from his storage ring.

He then used a magic crystal ball to contact the bishop of the central continent.

A blurry figure appeared in the magic crystal ball. An arrogant and cold voice could be heard from within.

"What's the matter?"

The Dark Bishop tidied up his robes and made a humble gesture. He said in a low voice, "Lord Rutherford, someone has attacked the Holy See. Please send some experts over."

"The Holy See has been attacked?"

The voice on the other side suddenly became louder and it was filled with anger as it berated, "Are you all a bunch of trash? The saint-level cultivators of the Southern Region are all trash?"

The Dark Bishop broke out in cold sweat as he continuously apologized.

The voice in the magic crystal ball finally calmed down, he continued, "I can't report this matter. The throne has been in a bad mood recently. I can't let him know about this news anymore. Prepare the teleportation array. I'll bring some people here personally."

"Thank you, Lord Rutherford. Praise the Darkness!"

The Dark Bishop revealed a trace of joy on his face.

The magic crystal ball dimmed.

The Dark Bishop personally pressed the space crystal on the magic array. Very quickly, a ray of light flashed.

Two figures appeared in the middle of the magic array. Their bodies emitted an aura that made the Dark Bishop tremble.

The peak of the saint level.

"Rutherford, we will stay here for a few more days. Recently, the throne has been injured. It is very uncomfortable to stay in the Holy See. It is a good time for us to come to the Southern Region to lay low."

One of them complained to Rutherford in a low voice.

Rutherford nodded. There was a hint of fear in his eyes. He said seriously, "If that person had not suddenly appeared, the entire central continent would have been ruled by us. Sigh, now we are like rats in a sewer."

"It has always been like this. I am afraid that when that person ascends to the divine realm, our days will be even more difficult."

The Dark Bishop was completely confused. He did not dare to interrupt and ask. However, he had a vague feeling that the Dark Church had offended an extraordinary figure in the central continent.

However, this distance was too far away from him. The Dark Bishop shook his head and forgot all about it.

Right now, he only wanted to quickly capture those bold fellows outside the Great Hall and nail them to the stake. He wanted to hear them wail for three days and three nights before executing them one by one.

With Lord Rutherford and the others around, Alcott and the Immortal Empire should be able to take them down soon, right?

Although it was unavoidable that they would have to share the cake with the Church of Light, it was still good news.

If he could take the opportunity to eliminate the hidden danger of Ulysses, that would be the best.

"Where are the intruders?"

Rutherford's dignified voice sounded.

The Dark Bishop quickly replied, "Right outside the door. They seem to be relying on a saint-level dragon to act so wantonly."

"Saint-level dragon?"

Rutherford and the Dark Bishop frowned and whispered, "That's a little troublesome, but it's just a little more effort. Take us there."

The Dark Bishop led the two out of the door.

The children continued to riot. The terrifying figure on the dragon's back did not seem to continue killing but quietly waited for their arrival.

Rutherford and the Dark Bishop's first glance at the dragon immediately halted their steps, not daring to go forward.

The two looked at each other and saw thick palpitations in each other's eyes.

"This is the saint-level dragon you spoke of?"

Rutherford said with difficulty.

The Dark Bishop nodded and asked curiously, "What is it, my lord?"

Rutherford and the Dark Bishop's expressions were a little strange, but they had no choice but to brace themselves.

However, their original plan to attack had already been extinguished, and they were prepared to negotiate with the other party.

This giant dragon should be able to easily crush the two of them to death.

God of Darkness, what kind of person did this fool from the Southern Region provoke?

Rutherford's friend took a step forward and flew into the air. He said, "Friend, ah!"

Before he could finish his words, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide open as he stood in the air in a daze for a few seconds.

Then, his body began to tremble crazily. He stuttered in the air, "Platinum... Platinum Throne?"

He screamed and was about to run away when a platinum light bloomed behind him.

Similar to what the Dark Bishop had just seen, the body of this peak-stage saint-level powerhouse from the Holy See was easily torn in half. His internal organs mixed with blood splattered all over his and Rutherford's faces.

The Dark Bishop was stunned. He did not know what had happened.

Rutherford was silent for a few seconds before he let out a scream of terror.

"Idiot! Bastard! How did you offend this person? If you want to die, don't drag me along with you!"

Rutherford did not even have the time to give the Dark Bishop a tight slap. In an instant, he unleashed all of his potential and ran back quickly.

The Dark Bishop's mind was muddled.

Two lords at the peak of the saint level. One of them was casually slaughtered while the other acted like a frightened rabbit.

Why?

He ran back to the depths of the hall and tried to contact the central continent.

He was shocked to find that the connection between the magic crystals had been cut off and the spatial magic array on the other side had been completely destroyed!

The Dark Bishop was dumbfounded.

Rumble!

He raised his head in a daze. The roof of the hall had been lifted by an invisible force above his head.

A shadow fell, and he saw that pair of cold eyes again.

After that, a platinum light flashed. And everything before his eyes turned completely dark.

...

The Dark Church was reduced to ruins by Joelson. Then, he casually threw a piece of purple flame and burned it clean.

Almost all the cult members of the Dark Church had run away.

A small group of people walked over in a panic, not daring to approach from afar.

"It seems to be the king of the Brightmoon Empire."

Joelson commanded Du Lu to go over. These people were so scared that they cried out, thinking that they were going to be eaten.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man who was dressed luxuriously. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, and pale yellow liquid flowed out from under his body.

Joelson looked down at the people from a high place.

"Who is the king of the Brightmoon Empire?"

The people hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed. The middle-aged man who had been scared to the point of peeing was pushed out. His face was pale, and he said with a trembling voice, "Reporting to my lord, I am the King."

Joelson ignored him and glanced in the direction of the Holy See.

Tockden and the rest immediately flew over obediently.

A domineering aura emerged from Joelson's body as he calmly announced, "From today onwards, the Southern Region shall have the Alcott Empire as its King."

The Southern Region shall have the Alcott Empire as its king.

Harriet Terrence, Dayshannon, and the rest were shocked as they stared at Joelson with wide eyes.

The Holy See and the others knelt down on one knee in the air, making a gesture of submission.

The others also knelt down.

"It's all up to the Platinum Throne."

A few voices answered respectfully.

Joelson stood quietly on the dragon's back. His expression was indifferent, and the strong wind made his mage robe flutter loudly.