For Zhang Hongjun, this was already a desperate situation, yet Zhang Fan had sealed off every path available to him.
Could he save the surviving members of the God Race? He could die, but he had to protect them. As long as they remained, there was still hope. Even if it took tens of millions of years, the God Race would rise again someday.
Zhang Hongjun bowed his head and admitted his fault. "Overlord, I was wrong. Please spare the God Race."
Zhang Fan gazed impassively at Zhang Hongjun kneeling on the ground without saying a word. Sitasia thought Zhang Fan would surely soften.
She stepped forward and bowed. "If you cannot bring yourself to do it, Overlord, leave them to me."
Shusha let out an angry hiss, frightening Princess Sitasia back. "Stand down," she snapped. "The Overlord has his own plans."
Zhang Fan smiled faintly. "Calm down. Let's hear what my son has to say."
Sensing a chance, Zhang Hongjun hurriedly said, "Back then... back then, I had just recovered inside the Giant Kun. My mind wasn't clear, and I hurt you by accident, Overlord. And... I was afraid then, so afraid. I wanted to revive you, so I took your body away."
Zhang Fan nodded. "So that was what you meant to do. Why did you devour my body, then? Weren't you going to revive me?"
Zhang Hongjun hastily explained, "The shadow-the shadow split off from me after I devoured your body, Overlord."
Zhang Fan interrupted him, thinking back. "I just devoured that shadow. In other words, I essentially reclaimed my own body? Fine, then. What are those members of the God Race you have?"
Zhang Hongjun explained without holding anything back. "The Twelve-Sided Cube. I've gathered almost all the genes. Only the Judgment Dragons' genes are missing.