Chen Fan cursed in his heart and turned to run back.
If the Demonic Transformation of the Dutian God King wanted to trap him in an ambush, with a group of God Kings swarming around him, he wouldn't be afraid.
After all, with the Heaven-severing Demon Sword in his hand, he didn't care whether it was a God King Emperor, it was one knife per person.
But if the ancestral gods intervened...
Even Chen Fan, no matter how arrogant, wasn't audacious enough to compete with the ancestral gods.
Dutian God King: "..."
The Dutian God King stood in the void, his expression uncertain.
After hesitating for a moment, he actually started chasing after Chen Fan.
Chen Fan: "..."
This was too weird...
Just now, it was him chasing the Dutian God King.
Now it had become the Dutian God King chasing him.
Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Dutian God King, I can't catch up with you, but I am sure I can catch up with the Second Elder and the others."
