Crane That Doesn't Dance was once a master on the Heavenly List, naturally he had his pride. With this group of people mocking him, how could he endure it? He now had ten thousand ghost followers, dealing with these players was not challenging at all, he simply didn't regard these people at all. Once they quieted down a bit, he spoke up, "Let me be honest with you, the God-Demon Continent has already declined, it's only a matter of time before the Ghost Clan rules this place. Submit to me, join the Ghost Clan, that's your only way out!"
"Opposing the Ghost Clan will only lead to a dead end!"
Crane That Doesn't Dance shook the giant sword in his hand and continued, "When the Ghost Clan invades the God-Demon Continent, there will be no place for you! I'm giving you one minute to consider, surrender to me, and I promise you prosperity and wealth. If you still want to oppose me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Damn, Crane That Doesn't Dance, when did you become so shameless?"
