The Elf God is dead.
This phrase, like a magical chant, echoed throughout the royal palace hall.
A race like the Elf Clan, with their long lifespans, held unwavering faith.
Upon hearing of the death of their spiritual faith, there was first a brief silence, followed by roars of rage.
"You lie! The Elf God is the most powerful deity. How could they die at the hands of someone like you?"
"Elf King, don't listen to his nonsense. He's lying!"
"Kill him, let's kill him together!"
The elf nobles rose to their feet in uproar.
They glared at Fang Hao with eyes full of fury, ready to storm forward and fight recklessly.
"All of you, shut up," Fang Hao said softly.
In the next moment, everyone's mouths closed instantly, emitting only muffled sounds. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't open their mouths.
