Fang Zheng issued his final ultimatum. As expected, the idiots of the floating island civilization did not disappoint him. Two days later, when the Sage came to see Fang Zheng again, the situation had changed once more.
"So only twenty percent of them are willing to migrate to the new world?"
Fang Zheng sat on the sofa, smiling as he watched the old Sage before him. The old Sage nodded.
"Yes, Lord Star God. Perhaps you do not know this, but every floating island is an independent kingdom. Although the Winged Army has always protected these floating islands, we also receive their funding. Therefore, we have no right to demand or order them to do anything..."
"That is your problem."
Before the old Sage could finish, Fang Zheng interrupted him.
"Go tell them this. I am giving them three days. After three days, I will cut off the energy supply to every floating island."
"What?"
The old Sage was greatly shocked upon hearing this.
"How can you do such a thing?!"
"Of course I can. Duke Black Candle agrees with me as well."
Fang Zheng interlaced his fingers and stared coldly at the old Sage.
Squatters, huh? Heh, I'll cut off your water and electricity and see whether you leave. If you refuse to go, I'll drop your floating island onto the ground and let you face those beasts yourself!
Fang Zheng had already learned from Duke Black Candle that the islands could float in the sky solely because of his power as one of the Three Earth Gods. Therefore, as long as Duke Black Candle withdrew that power, the floating islands would immediately fall—and that was Fang Zheng's plan.
Fang Zheng had not the slightest sympathy for the people of this world. From a certain perspective, he found them