The entire scene was enveloped in shock.
What was up with this giant stele? Where did it come from?
Judging by the eight characters on the inscription, this was a blatant mockery of the Divine Land. For some Martial Artists who had spent years fighting on the battlefield, this kind of mockery was tantamount to capturing the enemy camp and taking their commander alive.
It was a mockery directed at an incompetent enemy force. An unforgettable mockery.
"HAHAHAHA! I, Fei Ningxiao, went through a lot of trouble to learn seven characters of the Divine Land's language. How is it? Do they capture its essence?
"These eight characters couldn't be more fitting as a gift to your Divine Land.
"An army of losers, a nation of cowards—that is the truest reflection of your Divine Land. In today's battle, the Eight Races of the Wet Realm will completely crush the Divine Land's superficial prosperity.
