CHAPTER 843 MARCH FORWARD COURAGEOUSLY

Ricky and Soar could not move a muscle after being wounded by the Black Blood Zombie Queen's

whip.

The fear of death gradually spread on the hearts of the two men. Their faces were gaunt and

shadowed as they trembled at the fate before them. In the face of death, even the most powerful of

creatures would be frightened because their ultimate goal in cultivation was to avoid death.

"Ricky, I didn't expect that we would die like this in the hands of the Black Blood Zombie Queen," Soar

said using his internal power as he closed his eyes in resignation. At this moment, he had no strength

to resist.

"Faced with death, I didn't expect that I too will feel fear." Ricky gasped in pain and fear. He was

beginning to lose hope. The wound of the blood black whip sapped his strength and will to fight.

Ricky's mind integrated into the Devourer Zone. He looked at Tina and Pearl with guilt weighing him

down. "Tina, Pearl, I'm sorry. I should not have taken you with me."

"It doesn't matter," Tina said with a comforting smile. It might not be so horrible to die in Ricky's

company.

Pearl nodded. Although she didn't say anything, she didn't blame Ricky either.

The blood black whip pierced into his flesh once again. Ricky cried in pain and felt himself draw nearer

to the brink of death.

"There must be something I can do. I can't die like this." With great pain, he closed his eyes. He

envisioned the comforting eyes of Tina and Pearl. He knew that they did not blame him but they too

wanted to live. Whether he wanted it or not, their life was now in his hands.

Near him, he could feel that Soar was also unwilling to die. How could the noble Great Dragon be killed

by a dirty zombie?

Even though she was the Black Blood Zombie Queen, to a Great Dragon who was a legendary beast,

they were still dirty.

Ricky had promised Soar's father that he would make sure Soar become a Great Dragon that would

shake heaven and earth. He had also promised Doris that he would help Tina dispel the evil spirit. He

also swore to himself that he would win Pearl's heart and keep her from any danger.

However, he was going to die before he could fulfill any of those promises. To top that off, if he gave up

here, he would put the woman and friend he cared for the most in danger.

'How can I give up?!' Ricky thought to himself. Although he could not move from the pain, his mind was

frantic.

'There are still so many things that I need to accomplish, how can I give up? My consciousness is still

alive and I'm not dead. I must find hope.'

Suddenly, Ricky seemed to have entered another world and everything around him was calm.

"I need the courage to find hope!" Ricky shouted. He knew what he needed now.

"My road of martial arts!" Ricky was still shouting.

His sight was blurry and all he could feel was pain. Despite that, he vaguely saw the vision of a road, a

road that would lead to survival, his road of martial arts.

The road was right in front of him but also far away from him.

If he had the courage and the fighting spirit in his heart, the road would be close at hand.

If he waited for death and let the blood black whip crush him, then this road would be farther away in This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

the sky.

"Ricky, hurry and get out of here. You need to find your way out!"

In the dead silence in his mind, he shouted to himself. The blood in his body was boiling.

His blood was surging!

At this time, another voice asked him, "With what will you enter the endless road of martial arts? A road

that is full of difficulties."

"Right. With what can I enter the road of the martial arts? I've survived all the difficulties with my

courage and persistence. I have a lot of things to do and if I don't do them, I will regret it.

At this moment, I have nothing but my courage and passion!"

He had the power to fight again!

His fighting spirit refused to be subdued.

The courage and perseverance to step on the road of martial arts empowered him.

He had to get through the death and the suppression of the blood black whip. The blood in his body

had boiled to the limit. Even if he was exhausted, he needed to burst out with a more powerful force.

Because of his persistent will, his boiling blood rushed to his Soul Sea and streams of chromatic

energy poured into his regained spiritual meridian.

"I, Ricky, am on the line between life and death.

The road of martial arts and cultivation is an action against the god that robs the life of heaven and

earth and uses it as one's own. It's normal to experience life and death. How can I give up because of

this?

The road of life and martial arts is always in front of the persevering ones.

The losers can only end up in hell.

And I am determined to reach the peak!"

The chromatic energy, his courage, and his hot blood were all absorbed by the fifth node of his

regained spiritual meridian.

He saw the road of martial arts as it drew closer to him. It only took one step for him to step out of the

road to death and back on to the road of martial arts.

However, he needed to know what death was. It was only through knowing it that he could defeat it.

In the fifth node of his regained spiritual meridian, he saw death.

It was a cavernous space like hell where he saw countless dead souls and what they died for.

In the jungle, they chose to give up and died so their powers had vanished. In this space, they were

tortured by the devils.

Even the strongest man was like a mere ant in this land of death.

He also saw other powerful ghosts. The devils dared not approach them. They were still cultivating and

they swore that one day they would leave here.

This was because when they died, they fought back and died in resistance.

"They did not resist and yet they are afraid of the result of death. It's really sad. I don't want to be like

them.

Death is just a line between life and death. Why would you not resist? If you don't fight back, you're just

like an ant in hell. If you resist and die, you will still get your strength so those devils would not dare to

come near you."

Suddenly, the space became quiet and all the ghosts disappeared. A huge, gray river appeared before

him. The water of the river was condensed by the power of death. Ricky felt that the river started from

hell and was flowing out of hell.

"Is this the River of Death?" Ricky murmured.

His consciousness walked along the River of Death. He observed as the gray gradually turned green.

In this green river, he could feel the aura of life as the aura of death slowly disappeared.

He looked forward and saw that the river ahead was green and alive.

"Does it lead to life from death?" Ricky murmured to himself.