Hearing that someone had come to provoke them, Sickly Ghost and the other two Quasi God Kings immediately perked up.
None of them were decent people. They were usually restless and troublemaking, and Garcia had the Northern Territory Alliance behind him, so they could not easily pick a fight with him unless there was a major reason. But they had not expected him to dare cross the line and barge in. That changed everything.
Now that they believed they had justification, they could act without restraint.
Even if they killed Garcia, should the Northern Territory Alliance come looking for trouble afterward, they could pin it on the Tree Demon King. After all, the Tree Demon King had his brother, the Tree God King, backing him. It was good to have a big tree for shade.
The three were somewhat excited. They rose to their feet and went to stand beside the Tree Demon King.
"Gentlemen! Our wait was not in vain after all. Now the fun has arrived. Garcia is also a Quasi God King, and he has quite a bit of wealth on him. This can be considered compensation for your years of hard waiting."
"Hehe! Fine by me. But since we're making a move, we can't leave any survivors. I don't want anything else—the Wandering Satellite is mine."
"Fine, then I'll take his weapons and armor."
"Then I'll take the things belonging to his subordinates!"
The three Quasi God Kings quickly reached an agreement on how to divide the spoils, then watched Garcia's Wandering Satellite approach on the radar screen.
When the other party's Wandering Satellite entered their field of vision, the four of them suddenly emerged from the Tree Demon King's Wandering Satellite.
Two-Headed Demon held a mid-grade Nine Ring Blade. A low-grade pair of wings was