Chen Yi, carrying a mountain on his back, slowly stood upright. "Can I take this as a provocation against me?"
There was no haughty tone, no overbearing posture, and no bluffing born of insecurity.
Only calmness.
No high-ranker was an idiot.
There had been no fewer than dozens of powerful figures who had attacked the Elf race earlier. Setting aside how so many experts had managed to invade in the first place—
Why had all those experts left, while Chen Yi alone remained behind?
That alone was unreasonable.
Yet, because the fluctuations from the World Tree branch were on Chen Yi, these Elves completely ignored all those inconsistencies. Laziness!
After discovering that Chen Yi had not only failed to flee, but had instead looted all the resources belonging to the Elf race and killed five powerful Rank 7 Elves—
Wrath!
They had completely forgotten that they were the ones who had attacked first.
Arrogance!
They publicly proclaimed how much they loved peace, yet when something happened, the first thing they thought of was violence. Brutality!
No wonder the Demons were so obsessed with the Elf race.
Beneath the Elves' seemingly peace-loving exterior lay pure emotions that even Demons found shocking. They were simply the finest gift.
When your enemy believed you had a weapon, you had better actually have one!
Since the Elf race believed Chen Yi had stolen the World Tree branch, then...
So what if I did!
Meanwhile, in an Eternal World far from the Elf race, the sky reflected a scarlet bloody glow, as though it had been dyed by the blood of hundreds of millions.
War was erupting beneath that sky.
One powerful mage after another fell into pools of blood, yet the figure before them remained unchanged.
"I know you! God of War! Fire Madman's