The God King was somewhat flattered and hurriedly rose to his feet.
The person in the sedan had settled everything the moment he appeared.
He did not speak to the others again. Instead, he looked deeper into the heavens, as though gazing beyond ten thousand miles, at some indescribable darkness.
He asked, "Qian Zai, an old friend has come, and you will not even welcome him?"
"If your true body had come, that would be one thing.
But what is the point of sending a mere avatar?" Thousand Calamities Apocalypse's voice echoed from the void.
Yet he did not show himself, clearly disdaining to do so.
"An avatar is enough. I came to discuss matters, not to wage war against you," the person in the sedan said with a smile.
"No one here will discuss anything with you. If you cannot accept it, then fight," Thousand Calamities Apocalypse replied without courtesy.
"Do you truly intend to drive our Divine and Ghost Races out of here?" The person in the sedan withdrew his smile and asked calmly.
"We left you a forbidden land. And after all these years, how much have you gained from the Ghost God Domain? You know that perfectly well," Thousand Calamities Apocalypse replied.
"If I join forces with the ghost race and overturn the heavens of your Ghost God Domain once more, what then?" the person in the sedan snorted coldly.
"That would depend on whether the Netherworld Domain is willing to pay attention to you. Unfortunately, would the ghost race agree?" Thousand Calamities Apocalypse shot back mercilessly.
Although the Divine and Ghost Races might temporarily join hands, it was only some of their lower-ranking members.
This included beings such as gods and ghosts, because they did not wish to be driven out of the Ghost God