The God of Flame and Forging had been holding the Myriad Dragon Bell in his palm, forcibly activating the lifeless Emperor Weapon with his authority over materials and weapons.
The might of an Emperor Weapon swept through the universe, pressing down on all sides and lending him a powerful sense of confidence.
That was why he dared to ask for benefits even though he had already sensed how powerful the person responding from the Primordial Ancient Mine was!
Even if the Primordial Ancient Mine's combined strength surpassed that of their group, they weren't united!
As long as he put on a show of dominance, he could use the Emperor Weapon in his hand to pry something out of them.
Bluffing and applying pressure were everyday tactics for Gods. Often, they worked better than divine wars.
For example, when the three Gods had come here this time, they had laid out the stakes, and the Holy Light Priest had offered the other side a way to save face. That was how they had managed to enter this unique world.
But just as he had forcibly activated the Emperor Weapon and begun applying maximum pressure, a furious roar rang out, accompanied by a terrifying killing intent that locked onto him.
The God of Flame and Forging was completely dumbfounded.
What was going on? We were negotiating just fine. Why had things suddenly turned out like this?
I hadn't even attacked. Was he really going to be so rash?
But then the previously silent Myriad Dragon Bell in his hand—the Myriad Dragon Bell he could control only by using his own authority—began to tremble, as though some kind of shackle had been broken.
A mournful cry, a deep sorrow, and boundless grievance poured out of the Myriad Dragon Bell.
An overwhelming force broke