Jinling was the first to speak, his expression grave. "Who might you be, sir?"
Worried that Zhao Fu would interfere, Green God also said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, sir. Please leave this place and do not involve yourself in our affairs."
Zhao Fu wore a faint smile, unafraid of these gods. The only thing he cared about was the soldiers fighting below—there were four hundred million of them. If they joined forces, even Zhao Fu would be somewhat outmatched.
However, since he had dared descend here with such an overwhelming aura, Zhao Fu already had a plan.
Smiling, Zhao Fu said, "I can stay out of your affairs, but you gods must hand over your divine power to me. Otherwise, I can help either side destroy the other."
That was Zhao Fu's plan. Both sides had roughly equal troops and gods, so neither could do anything to the other. But if he joined one side, it would give that side the advantage—and perhaps allow it to wipe out the other.
They had to listen to him, because neither wanted to be destroyed by him, nor did they want their enemy to gain such a powerful helper.
Moreover, judging by the hatred between them and the way they were fighting to the death, they could not possibly join hands against Zhao Fu. That was why he had confidently descended here with such an imposing presence. Otherwise, he would have needed to be more cautious.
The moment Green God heard that handing Zhao Fu some divine power could win them the aid of someone so powerful, he immediately said in delight, "My friend, I am willing to agree to your request. Please help us destroy them. We will certainly reward you handsomely afterward."
How could Jinling stand by