After all, many had their eyes on the Netherworld. Even the ghost race watched it like tigers eyeing their prey.
Creating a race was no easy task.
Its reproduction had to be ensured, along with every basic necessity.
Thus, during this period, the Nether King and his Netherworld had to remain as fierce as mad dogs.
Whoever provoked them would be killed to the bitter end.
Only then would ordinary people not dare provoke the Nether race, giving them enough opportunity and room to grow.
Otherwise, if they retreated, others would only press their advantage inch by inch.
It was like facing a pack of wolves. For every wolf that came at you, you had to kill one wolf.
If you feared them and stepped back half a pace, the pack might swarm you the next instant and tear you to pieces.
Thus, High Person Nine Suns had simply been unlucky.
What had begun as a struggle to seize territory had ultimately turned into such a life-and-death battle.
"Kill!" the Nether King roared.
Like thunder exploding, endless black qi burst from around him the next moment.
The black qi gathered into a giant hand and slammed directly down into the forest.
High Person Nine Suns's expression changed drastically.
He called out softly, "Nether King, if you want to fight, let us fight beyond the heavens. Why attack this forest?"
"Heaven's virtue shelters all living beings. Why must you inflict such harm?"
The Nether King sneered at High Person Nine Suns's words. "Nine Suns, I want you to watch the trees you planted with your own hands be destroyed one by one.
"And in our battle, you will personally destroy them one by one."
"Destroying what one loves most—that is this King's favorite sight."
The Nether King's giant hand had