After a good ten seconds, the avatar behind Roman remained proudly standing. He had successfully pulled it off.
The four ghost kings exchanged glances, experiencing a mix of emotions. They each felt that they should say something at this moment, but none of them knew exactly what to say.
It was quiet for another moment before a roar came from below. "The Underworld Emperor's might is eternal!"
It was the ten kings shouting in unison. With their lead, the soldiers, nether sentinels, and millions of specters in Netherhold all echoed their words in unison, their voices growing louder and louder.
Hearing this, the four ghost kings shuddered as they looked down. To their surprise, the crowd was only chanting for Roman, completely forgetting about them.
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