A voice, both imposing and tinged with a hint of anger, came down from the purple clouds, striking directly into the hearts of Isaac and the others below. Even without seeing the person speaking, no one, including Mixandrei and Drakoth, dared to utter a word.
Isaac kept trying to break free from some invisible force holding him back, but after two or three attempts, he still hadn't succeeded.
Seeing that the Drakoth around him weren't moving, he stopped struggling desperately.
At this moment, Mixandrei looked up at the massive purple cloud above and said loudly, "Greetings, God of War..."
"Stop trying to flatter me, all of you can go now. From this day forward, with Black Desert as the boundary, humans and demon beasts will coexist, and there will be no more conflicts for one year. Did you all hear that?!" A commanding voice swiftly called out.
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