Reward God King Xavula's arrival made Di Zangtian wary.
This showed that the Wealth Faction was prepared to interfere in the forced divine war.
The Wealth Faction had numerous and powerful backers. Di Zangtian did not dare tear all pretense apart with them.
But the one who had come was not the Wealth Faction's leader, Wealth God King Zhao Zihong.
Di Zangtian felt there was still room to maneuver.
He would ignore Reward God King Xavula for now and kill Han Wu's group directly.
He would eliminate the threat first and worry about everything else later.
Having made up his mind, Di Zangtian continued bringing his foot down, intending to crush Han Wu and the others to death.
Yet Reward God King Xavula looked as though he were watching a show.
"So you're openly refusing to give me face, huh? Since that's the case, I won't leave you any face either. I won't make a move this time. But the big brothers who came with me might not feel the same."
"Come out, Ula!"
Reward God King Xavula snapped his fingers, and an enormous teleportation gate abruptly appeared on the Divine Battlefield.
Dozens of giants emerged from the gate one after another.
Their strength ranged from Middle Thousand World Level at first, to Great Thousand World Level later on. There was even a god of the Giant Race: the Sky-Scraping Titan.
The moment Sky-Scraping Titan appeared, the oppressive aura of Three Thousand Worlds Level descended, making the surrounding space seem as though it could shatter at any moment.
Di Zangtian was completely dumbfounded. Turning to Reward God King Xavula, he said, "The Wealth Faction is being far too partial to this kid. For his sake, you've actually brought out such a powerful Giant Race."
Reward God King Xavula merely snorted