"Haha, I wouldn't dare rashly appear before you. Your control over this world is truly terrifying."
That unfamiliar voice was filled with wariness. He seemed to know how formidable Wang Qi was.
But Wang Qi merely rolled his eyes. "If I've guessed correctly, then you know this too: the so-called distance in this world is all illusion. You've already contacted me. If you have no sincerity at all and only intend to speak one-sidedly, then I'm hanging up."
He was no longer afraid.
How should he put it? To hijack a meat puppet, one first had to develop the God Plague Curse.
But the problem was that no matter what kind of God Plague Curse it was, the instant it appeared, it would be crushed by reverse-temporal spiritual resonance.
For some reason, in the eyes of the Relief God Lord or other foreknowers, every God Plague Curse could trigger the mechanism of "foreknowledge," only to be beaten into a miserable rout by a single reverse-temporal bit.
That formed a vicious cycle.
Therefore, Wang Qi had prepared himself to be exposed from the very beginning.
Since even his IP had been exposed, and he had no physical body and nowhere to run, all that remained was a fight with real blades and real guns.
Wang Qi truly wanted to weigh himself against the Seven Emperors and Ninety-Eight Lords, to see what level he stood at.
"Fine!"
This time, the scenery around them shattered, then reassembled.
The surroundings became pure gold. It was flowing firelight.
Before Wang Qi appeared a fireball.
"Hello."
The fireball transmitted vibrations through spiritual power—or rather, it used a method within the virtual world that simulated the transmission of vibrations through spiritual power.
Moreover, what he spoke was not the language of the human race in Wang Qi's