The others fell silent, not daring to speak.
The bald man turned to the shadow on the throne and asked, "My lord, have you not yet regained your strength?"
"What? Do you Dark Humans want to replace me?" The shadow fixed its cold gaze on the bald man.
"Not at all." The bald man quickly lowered his head, swallowing nervously, and replied cautiously, "My lord, I mean that human is weak and pathetic. If a lower-tier god were to descend, he could be easily slain. Perhaps…"
"No!" The shadow interrupted him sharply. "The demon race, the Beast Clan, and the humans from the Skyline Continent are all watching you. If you're not afraid of death, feel free to descend into the world of Gods."
The others exchanged glances and obediently fell silent; without the protection of gods, they were not invincible.
