Pure contempt

Oooooommmm...

A series of shimmering silver soul gates began to open around Robin.

"Raaaargh--!!" "Foooooooo~" "Hisssss~"

A large number of silver-colored martial emperors and beastly warriors emerged from the portals. If Pythor or any Imperial Guard had been present, they would have recognized them instantly.

Marshal Lunta and Marshal Snite, the three-horned, twin-tailed mammoth, the saber-fanged tiger, and many more of Robin's soul creatures had arrived.

In the battle that had just concluded moments ago, Robin had completely exhausted his soul units through two primary means. The first was summoning his soul creatures—each of them required a significant number of units to manifest in the material realm. The second was sustaining and healing these creatures during combat.