Quan Ji smiled slightly, her eyes tinged with a golden hue.

"May the gods be with you."

"Holy glory be with you."

As soon as Quan Ji finished speaking, all the Holy Warriors below raised their swords and spears.

"Holy glory and honor be with you!"

At this time, Wang Yi, the marshal of the Qingquan Empire.

Wang Yi also raised the sword in his hand high.

Today, for the original inhabitants of the Qingquan Empire, Wang Yi is their only source of faith and spiritual support.

No one would place their hopes on the rulers of an empire.

It takes time to build trust.

They can only trust Marshal Wang Yi.

At this moment, Wang Yi shouted.

"Qingquan Wang Yi, may you experience the glory of the Holy Light in the future!"

"The people of Qingquan stand with the Holy Empire!"

At that moment, all the people of the Qingquan Empire seemed to be touched by something, and they wept.

They have made their choice.

They need to respond to the Holy Empire.

A few scattered soldiers shouted:

"The people of Qingquan stand with the Holy Empire!"

Then, even more people shouted:

"The people of Qingquan stand with the Holy Empire!"

Finally, everyone shouted, as if to vent their emotions, declaring that they were completely severing any remaining thoughts or lingering feelings left for the Qingquan Empire.

"The people of Qingquan stand with the Holy Empire!"

...

As Quan Ji listened to the voices of hundreds of thousands of people coming from all directions, a strange feeling called a sense of accomplishment spread from her heart.

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind her, which she hadn't expected.