CHAPTER 1102 KILL THE THREE

"Stop playing these games! Fight me!"

Barnes was not convinced. The stick in his hand lengthened and shot towards the dim, yellow light.

Crash!

The stick fell into the dim yellow light and made a sharp noise. The collision caused the stick to bounce

back, crushing Barnes' arm with the explosion. He was thrown several feet backwards.

"What?!"

Barnes was astonished. He could not believe that the layer of yellow light was so hard. He was also

badly hurt by the recoil.

His drive to fight dissipated because the person shrouded in the yellow light was already invincible!

With Barnes incapacitated, the man finally stepped forward. He passed Barnes and the first fiend

ancestor, and fell straight to the ground.

"Tell me where Darren is."

The man spoke directly to the witcher ancestor.

"He hasn't reached the Super Emperor Realm yet, so you can't kill him," the witcher ancestor said in a

hoarse voice.

"I can't kill him, but that doesn't mean I can't take the World Essence. You know what I mean."

The witcher ancestor trembled at his words.

"You don't stand a chance. He's already in the Godly City, and the World Essence is with him!"

"Oh, really?"

All of a sudden, the witcher ancestor was lifted up by his neck.

"Since he's gone to the Godly City, you're useless to me. I will end your life. Rot in hell!"

Crack!

The man squeezed hard and the witcher ancestor's neck broke.

His body turned into black dust, which floated away in the wind.

"Ha! What are you trying to prove? You can't kill me!"

The witcher ancestor's voice rang out mockingly.

"Damn it! Soul shifting!" The mysterious man glowered. It would be quite difficult to kill somebody who

possessed this skill.

"Take care of yourself. Darren might just best you on the battlefield, the first Reincarnation Master." The

witcher ancestor spoke once more before his aura completely dissipated.

The first Reincarnation Master!

If Darren were here, he would have been surprised.

This man was actually the first Reincarnation Master! What did that mean?

This meant that he shouldn't have been a destroyer. He should have been standing guard over the

Lothlann Continent! The witcher ancestor had called him the first Reincarnation Master. He must have

killed the Shura ancestor during the Remote Age!

The Remote Age was not a time of war. Perhaps it was because the Shura ancestor and all of his

descendants were eliminated in merely thousands of years by the first Reincarnation Master.

Thousands of years in history was not worth mentioning. The strangest thing was that at the time, no

one had known who destroyed the Shura race.

Now, the answer was clear. It was this man. He was responsible for eradicating the Shura race. That

was why he was called the first Reincarnation Master!

However if he was truly a Reincarnation Master, why wasn't he taken away by the force from outer

space, like what happened to Todd, the God of Sword? And why did he lead one hundred thousand

senior holy warriors to hide within the waters of the River of Forgetfulness for so many years?

He not only wanted to kill Darren, but he also wanted the World Essence. Clearly, he was one of the

destroyers. But, why?

Darren would have been driven mad with these questions.

"You two ants! Which of you wants to die first?"

The witcher ancestor's escape infuriated the mysterious man.

Barnes didn't dare move. He was able to witness how powerful the man was. He kept still, holding in

his breath.

The first fiend ancestor tried to look for a way out. He did not wish to go head to head with this terrifying

and powerful creature.

Besides, even the one hundred thousand senior holy warriors he had would be a fatal threat to them.

"Well? I'm waiting. If neither of you answer, I will kill you both."

The man moved towards them as he spoke. In a flash, he was in front of Barnes and the first fiend

ancestor.

They felt the power radiate from his palms—a power that, if put towards the heavens, would

disintegrate all the stars. The man punched the air in front of him.

"Argh!"

Barnes raised his stick, trying to deflect the power emanated by the man. His muscles burst out and his

skin was ripped with the effort.

"Urgh!"

The first fiend ancestor also released his God Character in an attempt to resist the man's power with

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Crack! Crack!

In an instant, Barnes' stick was bent by the tremendous force from the man's palm.

The first fiend ancestor's God Character looked as if it was on the verge of collapse.

It was too powerful! One punch from this man was enough to suppress two warriors who had the

strength of the Super Emperor Realm! How terrifying! Who, apart from the gods, possessed such

strength?

Just as Barnes and the first fiend ancestor were about to give up, a blood red figure suddenly darted

out of the void.

Whoosh!

The blood red figure descended and charged straight towards the mysterious man.

Bang!

The blood red figure let out tens of thousands of palm attacks on the man, each palm filled with the

terrifying Shura Force.

It was the Shura! He had inherited the God Character from the Shura ancestor and had gotten out of

imprisonment!

This time, it was different from how Barnes had first attacked.

Barnes used his Suppressing Stick to hit the mysterious man, but it was thrown back up by his

defenses. However, when the Shura attacked the mysterious man, his protective shield was no match

for the Shura Force.

The mysterious man was hurled backwards and the space around them began to crumble.

"Oh, what have we here?"

After a moment, the mysterious man flew back slowly. He looked at the Shura with narrowed eyes.

He studied the Shura from head to toe and let out a scoff.

"Well, well. It's the weak Shura. You inherited that Shura ancestor's God Character. Humph!" the

mysterious man sneered.

When Darren had experienced the thunder punishment of Heavenly Repression, the mysterious man

had already seen the Shura.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how this weak Shura survived. He remembered slaughtering

every last one of his kind during the Remote Age.

However, that did not matter now. He had much bigger goals. Killing the Shura was not one of his

tasks.

He just didn't expect this weak Shura to inherit his ancestor's God Character.

The only thing in the world that could break his defense of primitive yellow aura was the Shura Force.

Nothing else stood a chance.

"In the Remote Age, I killed your ancestor with ease. Do you want to experience it?" the mysterious

man said, glowering at the Shura.

The Shura stood in front of him silently, but his heart raged and he was consumed with the fire of

anger.

Since he had inherited the God Character from his ancestor, he treated this man as an enemy. He

wanted to kill him for what he had done to the Shura race.

"Ha! Fools! I will kill you three! And when I'm done with you, I'm coming after Darren! I'm back, Primitive

Wilderness! I am going to get what I came for!" the mysterious man exclaimed, a maniacal glint in his

eyes.

In the Distorted Space of the River of Forgetfulness

The witcher ancestor fell into the empty space, and emerald colored blood trickled out of the corner of

his mouth.

He was seriously injured from the mysterious man's attack. He needed to rest and recuperate.

After a moment of silence, he looked directly into the eyes of an old man who had been staring at him.

"It's time for you to show up, the great Lothlann ancestor."