Chapter 869 Divide And Conquer (Part Two)

Darren remained silent and carefully sized up the man's aura. He sensed Conrad could match up to the blue-skinned man's strength—he needed to buy some time to strike.

Darren tried to size up the resurrected corpse, but he met this task with difficulty.

"I didn't expect that I could lure you into this place. It seems there is cause for celebration at the Space-time Palace," the blue-skinned man cackled. His sinister smile gave away terrible intentions.

It became apparent that the supposed appearance of the holy emperor's power was a conspiracy invented by the Space-time Palace.

Their plot was simple: bait and trap humans and elite beings of other races with the arrays, and then slaughter them. Aside from this, they had also hoped to trap Darren, specifically.

They knew Darren had obtained the item they've been scouring after for a long time—the dark-spirit crystals. News of the holy emperor's power was the perfect bait for Darren and they intentionally made this up to trap him.

The favorable results of their plan were still completely unexpected on their end. Darren had fallen right into their hands. This greatly pleased the Space-time Palace.

"You bastard! So you faked the holy emperor's power to capture me?" Darren asked coldly. Darren already knew this for a fact. He just needed to stall.

"Fake the holy emperor's power? Stupid brat. Do you think faking the holy emperor's power would work against these old foxes?" the blue-skinned man said scornfully. He seemed defensive.

This answer piqued Darren's interest. Based on what he said, it seemed that the holy emperor's power could actually exist.

"Don't play dumb. If you could actually obtain the holy emperor's powers, why go through all the trouble of capturing us? If you wielded that kind of po

ary junior holy warrior.

Darren was relieved to hear the blue-skinned man's mumbles.

Now he knew that the creature was only a two-tribulation inferior holy warrior, which was more or less a manageable enemy to Darren. Despite the feeling of relief, a gamble was still at hand here. Defeating an inferior holy warrior who had survived two tribulations would be an easy feat for Darren. On the other hand, there was a fear that the creature might be of three or four tribulations—crushing any chance of escape.

"Go to hell!"

The corpse man's cold and merciless eyes met with Darren's as he muttered in a hoarse voice. It seemed it was a struggle for him to even cough out the words.

The creature raised his weapon. It was a large blade, thick and rust-covered. A large flash appeared and a number of electric snakes emerged and quickly sprung towards Darren.

"His blade channels powers of the thunder punishment!" Darren felt he underestimated the size of the corpse man's strength and the powerful weapon he wielded.

The electric snakes darted towards Darren like hound dogs tracking their prey.

The space began to rumble and shake as the hissing of the snakes filled the air.