Chapter 1639 Fooling Him

The chief god's emissary stepped in Darren's way, so he could not go and help Shipley. Worse, his own life was also in danger now.

"Fuck off!"

Darren shouted aggressively. His heart was like a panicked rabbit in his chest, but he dared not show any sign of weakness.

"You humble thing, I am the emissary of the Killing Chief God. Get down on your knees!" the fearsome creature roared.

"Humph! You are merely an emissary. How dare you act so impertinently in front of me? I'm the chief god!"

Boom!

Darren's aura erupted crazily, and the prototype of Chief God Character in his body was about to rush out of his elixir field.

"Roar!"

The emissary of the Killing Chief God was so shocked when he sensed the aura similar to that of a chief god from Darren. He unconsciously stepped back as if his instincts wanted him to run.

"No way! How—how could you have an orthodox Chief God Character?"

The emissary of the Killing Chief God couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had clearly sensed that the man he was facing was a Defiant Master, but why was the man's body emitting the aura of an orthodox Chief God Character?

That was too weird and completely beyond his understanding.

"How dare you, you lowly slave?! I am the first avatar of the Killing Chief God. How can you not recognize me? Do you want

y powerful. With his injuries, he actually didn't even have a chance to resist Fernando's grip.

He was taken by surprise, wondering when such a great master had joined the human race.

"This is a Heavenly Destiny Emperor in the Archean Age, and his name is Fernando," Darren immediately introduced.

"The Archean Age? What? Is he a Heavenly Destiny Emperor?" Shipley's pupils shrank. After a moment of surprise, he realized that this person must have come from the blood coffin.

"Nice to meet you, Sir Fernando. My name is Shipley Dongli. Thank you for your help just now." Shipley took the lead in saluting, expressing his gratitude.

"You don't have to thank me. I don't like trivial formalities. Let's treat each other casually. After all, we are on the same side," the old man said flatly.

"Since you are so straightforward, I won't be pretentious either. My injuries are quite bad, and I need some time to recover."

As soon as he explained his condition, Shipley fell cross-legged on the ground. He had just been besieged, suppressed, and seriously injured, so he needed to heal and recover as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the Shura and the Killing Chief God's emissary were still fighting with everything they had. After a few rounds of fighting, both of them were severely injured.