Chapter 611

Chapter 611 Sky Devourer Lord Is Not Dead Hanson’s teeth were visibly protruding from his mouth, a result of the forceful impact His body was suspended in mid–ais, spinning like a top The speed was so intense that it was impossible to determine the number of rotations All he knew was that it was humiliating.

In fact, it was an incredibly embarrassing situation.

He lay on the ground, resembling a dog, with his mouth wide open, continuously spewing blood.

His face had lost all sensation, and his head throbbed with pain.

It felt as if he had suffered a concussion.

Emrys‘ slap had been merciless, breaking through both Hanson’s physical and psychological defenses.

Hanson was left dumbfounded.

How could I have dodged a slap that appeared out of thin air, several meters away?

There was no way to avoid it, and he had no choice but to succumb to Emrys‘ slap.

Jerome was also shocked.

The formidable figure I once admired, Hanson, reduced to such a pitiful state by a single slap from Emrys? His expensive white suit was torn to shreds. Emrys slapped a Divinity as if slapping a dog.

Why is this fellow Chanacan compatriot so terrifying?

Jerome’s eyes trembled violently, and he felt suffocated.

Finally, he understood how the previous Three Hall Leaders met their demise–Emrys. killed them instantly.

“Why are you still lingering here? Are you waiting for me to send you to your death?”

As Emrys spoke, Hanson, terrified, scrambled away, stumbling along the way. His previous elegance was completely gone, and he appeared utterly miserable.

Jerome swallowed nervously.

In truth, he had secretly hoped that Emrys would kill Hanson, but he dared not voice that wish. Emrys was too powerful, and it was not his place to question his actions.

Emrys spared Hanson because there was no need to kill him, although he easily could have.

The living held more value than the dead.

In his hand. Emrys held a drop of blood, which he sealed with a dark green sigil. It was extracted from Hanson’s body moments ago.

In other words, if Emrys desired to kill Hanson, he could do so at any moment. Even if Hanson was thousands of miles away, a single thought would be enough to end him.

“M–Mr. Lund!”

When Jerome faced Emrys again, he no longer felt as relaxed as before. He was overwhelmed with pressure, making it difficult to breathe.

Emrys, however, had already returned to his calm demeanor, wearing an innocent smile. He seemed like a completely different person compared to the Malevolent Deity who had overpowered a Divinity earlier.

“Mr. Freville, would you believe me if I told you that the Sky Devourer Lord is not dead?” Emrys suddenly said.

Jerome’s eyes widened in shock, and he held his breath.

With trembling eyes, he stared at the young man before him, his mind automatically filling in the gaps.

If I were to replace Emrys‘

face with that awe–inspiring dragon mask…

Thud!

Jerome’s heart pounded violently. In the next moment, he fell to his knees.

He finally understood.

Everything became clear to him.

No wonder this young man’s strength is so terrifying, and he looked at me with such admiration when I declared that I never forgot I’m Chanaean. So, this is the reason!

Chapter 611 Sky Devourer Lord Is Not Dead “Jerome Freville, at your service, Empyrean Lord!”

Jerome’s voice trembled, high–pitched with excitement. As he spoke, his entire body shook uncontrollably, and tears streamed down his face.

He wept.

It was a feeling that words couldn’t describe.

If there had to be a reason, it might be that the Chanaean blood flowing through his veins moved him to tears.

It is incredible to discover that the Empyrean Lord is still alive, and I feel incredibly lucky to be in such close proximity to him in this lifetime!

“Are you now willing to trust me, Mr. Freville?” Emrys asked, a smile gracing his face.

Jerome, a strong–willed individual, wiped away his tears with determination, feeling a bit embarrassed as he apologized, “I apologize for my emotional outburst, Empyrean Lord.”

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