Munis's feelings were indescribably complex.
As the true supreme ruler of this cosmic layer, called the king of the vast starlit skies.
Prior to this, he truly couldn't imagine that there would be a weak Seventh Tier in this world, exerting such an unbelievable pressure on him.
The other's gaze carried a cold indifference, an arrogance only Divine Spirits possessed, as if he didn't care about a mere speck of dust.
Such arrogance...
With a soft sigh, Munis shot forward, throwing a punch straight at God's face.
"Divine? Why didn't you appear sooner?"
"Do you know how desperate our ground civilization was, moving from the First Tier to the Eighth Tier?"
"Since you didn't appear sooner, who would recognize the so-called divine now?"
"Arrogant, then I'll strike your arrogance!!"
He suddenly swung his fist.
The entire space violently shook, and he directly manifested countless light shadows of throwing punches.
God waved a hand.
Instantly entered the Death World.
