"Insolent!"
The voice of the Rakshasa God echoed like the wails of billions of wronged souls, causing the entire starry sky to tremble. The blood-red energy floating in the cosmos rapidly coalesced into twisted human faces amidst the sound waves, letting out piercing shrieks toward the Shenxia Jiuli Ship.
Jiang Yuan stood with hands behind his back in the main control room, the purple Warship avatar burning with endless spectral energy, incinerating the rushing blood-red waves.
"Rakshasa God, you've projected yourself across hundreds of billions of light-years; surely it's not just to show off these petty tricks, is it?"
Upon hearing this, the figure on the distant blood-red throne suddenly ceased its transformations, freezing into an old face.
Bloodlight swirled in the vertical pupils, and the voice suddenly turned calm:
"Junior of the Torch Humanity, I have come today to offer you Torch Civilization a chance to avoid mutual destruction."
