Yi Tianyun's words were like a harsh slap across the Netherworld Emperor's face. Given the current situation, it was clear his side held an overwhelming advantage. To meekly agree to an alliance now? If that wasn't foolish, what was?
It was like having a knife to someone's throat while preparing to conquer their city. What right did they have to negotiate?
"It seems you're very confident in your own power?" the Netherworld Emperor said, his voice ice-cold. "I offered you an alliance because I thought highly of you, and I didn't want to waste a genius. Since you've said as much, then you can just go and die!"
The moment he finished speaking, a massive phantom emerged from the palace. It quickly coalesced into a spectral image of the Netherworld Emperor. Its gaze was fixed coldly on Yi Tianyun, killing intent glinting in its eyes, as if the true Netherworld Emperor had descended.
