"These Demon Prison Clan... are they one of us?"
In the office area, Wind God asked in confusion.
After all, they're openly delivering treasures on the battlefield; doesn't that reveal the other party's identity?
But why choose to do something like this on a battlefield where everyone is watching?
Is it wrong to deliver it secretly and discreetly?
"No."
The Star God shook his head and said, "And that's impossible, so it can only be said that this Demon Prison Clan's thought process is a bit abnormal."
Upon hearing this, the Wind God thought for a moment, then said, "The same as Brother Battle God?"
"Although it's not the most appropriate way to put it, you can understand it this way."
"I understand."
"Good, just don't let the Battle God know about our conversation today."
"Good."
After finishing speaking, Wind God quickly stuffed some potato chips into his mouth.
Have some snacks to calm your nerves!
After all, this was the first time he had ever seen someone so eagerly showering the enemy with treasures, and judging from the way Theater God the Show was looking, he was probably grinning from ear to ear.
"Martial God, don't you think the Theater God has been exceptionally lucky this time?"
The Star God transmitted his voice while looking at the battlefield projection in front of him.
The God of Freedom is still here, so there are some things I cannot say in public.
"You mean... that dragon?"
Su Wen's eyes flickered, and he replied in his mind.
"Right."
The Star God said softly, "After all, that dragon is still imprisoned in the Theatrical Phenomena World of the Theater God."
"If he truly possesses good fortune, then after you absorb his Dragon Balls, that good fortune should essentially return to you."
"But there should still be some residue on him."
"And the fortune was yours, and it has already returned. The Theater God is on your side, so if fortune could be judged in the unseen realm, it would probably consider the Theater God to be one of its own."
"Then, it began to work its magic, allowing the Theater God to reap this great reward!"
The Star God paused for a moment, then said, "Speaking of which, didn't Ao Xiu say that his father met with misfortune soon after abandoning his wife and children?"
"This is clearly a case of bad luck turning against you!"
"Therefore, the remaining fortune in Ao Xiu's body must be based on you, and he has identified the Theater God as one of his own."
"Otherwise, not only would this huge gain have been impossible, but the Theater God might have suffered a financial setback!"
A look of understanding flashed in Su Wen's eyes. So that's how it is!
He said, "How could the great master of Theater God have reaped such a huge harvest this time?"
The Demon Prison Clan's Heavenly Venerable Lingyu, taking so many treasures with him on his journey, and even giving them away one after another after the battle started—doesn't that seem a bit unreasonable?
However, if it's due to some unseen force of fate at play, then it makes sense!
When fortune is on your side, even sleeping at home will bring you good luck, and taking a short walk outside will bring you great fortune.
The idea that it concerns fate is utterly illogical.
"The Demon Prison Clan has finally realized something is wrong."
Star God, looking at the battlefield projection, suddenly exclaimed, "At once, three Emperor Rank Limit have appeared!"
Su Wen nodded slightly and said, "In an instant, the attack range is tripled...!"
Upon hearing this, the God of Freedom glanced at Su Wen. For some reason, she felt that this newly awakened Martial God was a bit strange.
Although the Star God ' attitude towards the Martial God seemed normal, she always felt something was off.
Even if the atmosphere in Huaxia is very good, isn't this a bit too good?
Beyond the Snow Soul Realm.
"Rise!"
The Theater God sensed three Emperor Rank Limit. With a thought, the Theatrical Phenomena World began to emit a hazy mist.
In an instant, the fog enveloped the surrounding area.
We've finally found a generous fool; how can we let them interfere so quickly?
Moreover, he said that the Heavenly Venerable Lingyu will surely die today!
So, it doesn't matter who comes!
Once all their treasures are drained, their death will be imminent.
Damn it!
An old woman dressed in a black robe, with nine precious pearls swirling behind her and a hideous face painted on her cheeks, appeared nearby.
Beside them followed two powerful figures, a man and a woman.
Including the Heavenly Venerable Lingyu who is trapped in the World of Playful Elephants by the Theater God of Theatrical Phenomena World, there are currently four members of the Demon Prison Clan at the Emperor Rank Limit.
"My dear friends, please don't hesitate to lend a helping hand!"
The old woman turned around, cupped her hands in greeting, and said...
She knew very well the strength of the Theater God; the three of them alone could never shatter the tortoise shell in front of them.
This kind of supernatural power, which contains the rudiments of a world, is easiest to destroy from within.
But seeing how Heavenly Venerable Lingyu was being toyed with by the Theater God, they didn't expect him to be able to break through this terrifying Heavenly Venerable Lingyu power from within.
Fortunately, she has a wide circle of friends.
She could even sense the divine thoughts of several old friends lingering nearby, clearly watching the battle.
If she and her old friends join forces, along with the power of some supreme treasures, they should be able to create a small hole, even if they don't completely shatter the Theater God's great power, so that the Heavenly Venerable Lingyu can escape quickly.
After all, the tide has not yet truly Descender, and there is no need to fight to the death with the Theater God here.
Even if the Theater God ultimately perishes, how great will the casualties be for her Demon Prison Clan?
Putting everything else aside, at least two or three Emperor Rank Limit must have perished on the spot, right?
If things go wrong, they might all fall from the pinnacle of the Arrow Realm.
So, let's just forget about it!
Today's battle will end once they, the Demon Prison Clan, have suffered a loss and rescued that guy from the Lingyu.
It's alright to leave those treasures with the Theater God for a while.
In any case, the treasures that the Theater God took today will eventually be returned with interest!
Ultimately, the Demon Prison Clan doesn't lack these two or three supreme treasures. If they really need more, they can just get them from other races or have their subordinate races offer them as tribute, right?
Doesn't the Snow Soul Clan possess two or three supreme treasures?
If you order him to produce it, does he dare to resist?
But the reality was somewhat different from what the old woman had expected.
After she extended the invitation, none of her old friends came.
Not even a single, basic divine thought avatar Descender, as if it hadn't heard her invitation and had no idea what she was talking about.
"Call..."
After exhaling a breath of stale air, the old woman closed her eyes and carefully sensed her surroundings.
She had some doubts. Could it be that the Theater God had set up some kind of means to block her senses nearby?
"Boom!"
A powerful aura suddenly erupted from behind the old woman, an aura like that of a creator crushing into the void and destroying many of the Snow Soul Clan's arrangements in the vicinity.
"My old friends!"
Please come and help!
The old woman's voice echoed all around, carrying the terrifying power of Emperor Rank Limit, and quickly spread in all directions.
This time, she was convinced that her words had been spread.
My old friends, we'll be there soon!
At that point, this meaningless struggle should come to an end!
After a while, the entire void remained calm and still, without any change.
Old woman. "?"
What happened?
What went wrong?