"Your Majesty the God King, do you still remember this minor god? I am Zhilugu, the mixed-blood prince of the royal families of the Nightmare Race, Silverblood Clan, and Demon Flame Clan." Within the Hermit Alliance, the Main God Tier powerhouse seated in the center sent a message without expression.
Zhilugu's appearance was exceedingly strange. He had the ugly face of the Nightmare Race, as well as the silver skin and silver horns of the Silverblood Clan. A mass of black-red blazing fire burned beneath his feet, and flames rose from parts of his arms as well.
Lu Yang said to the Blazing Demon God, "Do you know him?"
"I remember now. It was a small act of kindness back then. Let's see what this kid wants." The Blazing Demon God sent a message to Zhilugu. "A million years have passed, and you've actually reached the Main God Tier too."
Zhilugu looked somewhat excited. "I never expected Your Majesty the God King to remember a minor figure like me. I am now the leader of the Hermit Alliance. To repay your kindness from back then, my son will be at your disposal. But please forgive the oath of our Hermit Alliance—it only applies within the Land of God War."
The Blazing Demon God did not reply. Instead, he said to Lu Yang, "I can't go in with you. Once you're inside, don't trust anyone. Even if Zhilugu's son truly wishes to repay the favor, that is their own business."
The Land of God War was a place where people fought over fruits that allowed advancement to the Middle God Tier. How could something tied to the core interests of every race and alliance be willingly offered up because of a favor from a million years ago? Most likely, it was