"Jiang Chen, surrender."
On the left, a figure wrapped in holy light spoke first. His voice was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable authority. It was none other than Jehovah, leader of the Four Great Powers of the West. Twelve golden halos floated around him, and as they revolved, even the currents of chaos were purified into pure divine energy. "The Bloodline Source Chart of Ten Thousand Races is not yours to guard alone. Hand it over, and I swear in the name of the Holy Light Divine Kingdom that I will let you leave the Sea of Chaos."
Jiang Chen let out a mocking laugh. His voice was hoarse, yet it pierced straight to the heart. "Jehovah, the vows of your Western gods are as cheap as the dust on your robe. Ten thousand years ago, you promised not to meddle in the affairs of the Eastern demons, then turned around and helped Di Jun crush the Fox Clan rebellion. A thousand years ago, you said you'd divide the faith of the Middle East with Allah. And what happened? On the battlefield of holy light outside Mecca, it wasn't only the demons who died."
The warmth faded from Jehovah's face, and his holy light suddenly sharpened. "So you're determined to resist."
On the right, a figure wreathed in jet-black demonic energy slowly stepped forward. Countless wailing souls could be glimpsed within the miasma. It was none other than Luo Hu, lord of the Demon Realm and one of the Six Great Powers of the East. His voice rasped like two black stones grinding together. "Jiang Chen, we're both powers of the East. We should be looking out for one another. But you've held the Bloodline Source Chart of Ten Thousand Races for ten thousand years and still haven't even touched the threshold of the Dao-Breaking Realm. What a waste. You might as well hand it over to me. If I reach the Dao-Breaking Realm, I can guarantee your zombie clan eternal peace."
