"My army of angels conquered three kingdoms."
"My dragon army has burned down hundreds of cities."
Gu Yi glanced at the ten farmers in his territory.
Some of them were digging the ground, some were forging iron, and some were chewing wheat.
His whole body stank of sweat and there was no aura of being strong.
The lords of all races laughed so hard that they could not stand upright.
Gu Yi also smiled.
The next second——
Ten farmers, ten divine lights.
Barbarian God, Heavenly Official, Craftsman Ancestor, Sword Master, Pharaoh...
The laughter of the lords of all races stopped abruptly.
Gu Yi patted the leading "farmer":
"Fuck them."
