"Goodness gracious... Giving me the identity of a Netherworld emissary just to buy me off? To keep me from causing trouble in this Land of the Dead Soul? Or else I'm going to suffer the iron fist of the Netherworld's power? The supernatural game is run by the Netherworld, isn't it?"
At this moment, Wang Zhifan was utterly speechless. He realized that the waters of the supernatural game were indeed deep, and the Netherworld must be involved, even employing special means to hinder him.
"I've got a True God backing me! Who's afraid of whom?"
Feeling cheated, Wang Zhifan naturally thought of retaliation. He remembered he had the mythical Guardian Spirit Vermilion Bird, which might allow him to wrestle against the so-called punishment of the Netherworld.
But impulsiveness only lasted for a moment before reason quickly occupied his mind, allowing him to calmly analyze the pros and cons.
