Establishing an entire battlefield was no easy feat.
It required not only formidable strength, but capabilities that were strong in every other respect as well.
"Hahaha, you're killing me! A mere Great Spirit God actually wants to establish a battlefield? What a joke."
"If you can establish a battlefield, pigs can fly up into trees."
"Judging by your aura, you must be a World Overlord. A grand Overlord, yet only a Great Spirit God. I imagine your world doesn't have any real powerhouses."
"Where did you find the nerve to even think of establishing a battlefield?"
"Establishing a battlefield takes more than courage alone."
The Demon Emperor turned to look. Those mocking him belonged to a combat team, seemingly a sizable one, with several thousand members.
They were all watching him as though he were a joke. The Demon Emperor raised his brows slightly. "Eavesdropping on someone else's conversation hardly speaks well of your character. All you have is a World King. What gives you the right to mock me?"
The Demon Emperor found them deeply irritating. Had he not been under someone else's roof here at the Spacetime Administration, he would have slain this man to vent the hatred in his heart.
The man cupped his hands slightly and stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he said, "Greetings, fellow cultivator."
"I just heard you asking how to establish a battlefield. You must be a man of ambition, but your people don't seem particularly strong. I would advise you not to indulge in such wild fantasies."
"I mocked you just now for your own good. I hoped you would recognize the difficulties and retreat, rather than send your race's powerhouses to their deaths."
What should have become a battle of verbal spears and swords instead took an unexpected turn. The