"I come with sincerity, as long as you submit to me, you will be a subordinate deity under my protection and I can make you a True God; otherwise, death is the only outcome today!" He revealed a cruel smile.
During this period, He was not idle at all. To thoroughly harvest that fertile, masterless land of faith, He worked harder than in the entire previous hundred years combined, tirelessly coercing and cajoling a large number of powerful creatures without power daily.
Kemola felt the terrifying Divine Power emanating from the other and hesitated for a moment. Under the threat of death, he agreed with humiliation in his heart: "Great God of Hunting, I hope you will keep your promise."
After speaking, He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
