Although Zhang Hongjun was surprised by Zhang Fan's sudden appearance, it made sense. It seemed the shadow had failed.
Zhang Hongjun cursed inwardly, his thoughts a stampede of fury. Failure was one thing, but letting Zhang Fan seize the Divine Power? That was a complete disaster.
Helpless, Zhang Hongjun could only stand obediently before Zhang Fan and bow his head. "Overlord, you're here."
Zhang Fan nodded with a smile. "How has my son been lately?"
Although Zhang Hongjun knew perfectly well that Zhang Fan was mocking him, Zhang Fan now possessed the Divine Power. No one in this universe could rival him anymore.
Did he want to live or die? That was the first question Zhang Hongjun had to answer. Dying was easy, but once he died, Zhang Fan would surely destroy all the research on the God Race Genes, given his temperament. Then the God Race would truly be finished.
When Zhang Hongjun failed to answer his question, Zhang Fan casually waved a hand. The Time Control Device concealed within the Throne flew out on its own.
Zhang Hongjun did not dare try to snatch it. Zhang Fan's power was now beyond anything he could match. A twitch of his finger might be enough to reduce Zhang Hongjun to ashes.
Zhang Fan examined the Time Control Device and smiled. "This little gadget is pretty well made. Looks convincing enough. Were you planning to open the gateway to the Erl Universe?"
Zhang Hongjun nodded, then shook his head. Zhang Fan pointed at the large screen. "Still fighting? It looks like your God Race will be wiped out before long."
Zhang Hongjun hurriedly ordered the entire God Race to retreat, then stood obediently in the middle of the Command Room like a child who had misbehaved.
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