The Profundity Monarch walked out of the void, stroking his beard with a smile as he looked down at the elite dark race unit below.

The dark races had set up base to rest. The tents had been pitched in a neat formation, at precisely the same distance from one another. This unit might not be vast in number, but every soldier possessed great fighting power and there were countless experts in their ranks.

The Profundity Monarch saw eight marquises at a single glance, as well as innumerable counts. He could kill droves with a random slap.

The monarch slowly descended to the ground. “This is the Profundity Monarch speaking! I feel it’s below me to attack you people, but I’ll make an exception during special circumstances. I’ll consider letting the rest go if all those above the marquis realm commit suicide. If I must take action, I will wipe out every living creature here!”

These words were spoken with origin power. The mandate of a heavenly monarch contained such might that the soldiers in the camp collapsed to the ground. Those below the count-rank simply couldn’t stand up. Only the marquises and counts remained...