CHAPTER 1105 REBIRTH OF THE CYAN DRAGON (PART ONE)

After three days of hard work, Darren finally eliminated the remaining godly energy from his body.

He didn't dare to absorb the herbs now as he knew that excess godly energy would cause his body to

explode.

At this moment, Darren's attention was focused on the name of the fortress, Chu Space.

"How did this fortress get such a strange name?" He was puzzled and intrigued. After all, his full name

was "Darren Chu." Could it be that the owner of this fortress had the same surname as him?

Of all the structures in this empty city, this fortress seemed to be the only special building. Therefore,

Darren planned to explore the fortress first.

After taking a deep breath, he began to ascend the steps leading to the fortress' entrance.

Surprisingly enough, the gates creaked open even before he reached them.

A sense of foreboding filled Darren, and he cautiously pushed the grand door open.

Almost instantly, he encountered trouble. A gust of strong wind blew toward him! Fortunately, Darren

dodged quickly. If the strong wind had caught him, it would have torn him to pieces.

Although he hadn't yet encountered any living creatures in the Godly City, there were hidden dangers

everywhere. And now, it seemed as though even the wind was a threat. He couldn't let down his guard.

After a brief rest, Darren stepped through the gate.

It was dark, and there was no light behind the door.

"What?"

Darren felt strange as a peculiar breath rushed into his mind.

Almost instantly, agony coursed through him. He felt as if a hand was tearing his soul.

"Ah!"

He released an involuntary scream as pain flooded every inch of his body and soul. He tried to transfer

all his strength to stop it.

But, the hand was almost invisible, and Darren's power couldn't touch it.

Helpless, he released his spiritual sense to communicate with the crystal in his mind. Darren had

hoped that it would drive away the big hand that was tearing his soul.

Unfortunately, his plan didn't work. Darren was further shocked when he felt that the crystal in his mind

couldn't be activated as it had been contained.

This was the first time that he was encountering such a peculiar situation.

"Damn it! Am I going to die here?"

The more forceful the invisible hand became, the more Darren felt as though his soul was about to

leave his body.

If his soul were extracted, he would have only one end, death.

And Darren had no way to stop this from happening.

Buzz!

A dull vibration filled his head moments before all the pain in his body vanished.

He experienced lightness—like his soul was floating, and his body was falling.

"Am I dead..."

Darren panicked and struggled to return to his body, but a big hand grasped him from behind and

stopped him.

Once he perceived that his soul had moved too far from his body, Darren stopped struggling.

On the Lothlann Continent

For the past few days, everything was tranquil on the continent.

A crystal filled with a golden light circled above the forbidden areas as it waited for the last two This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

destroyers to arrive.

In the three palaces of the three cities—to the east, the west, and the north—brutal roars from the three

destroyers, who were imprisoned, could be heard from time to time.

In the human Sacred Palace, Barnes sat with the witcher ancestor.

"Why should we wait since there is no doubt that the mysterious man will win this battle?" Barnes

mumbled as he rubbed his forehead with one hand.

"Not necessarily." The witcher ancestor shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Barnes shot him a curious look.

"Don't you think that all this has been arranged?"

"So what?" Anxious and unable to understand where the witcher ancestor was going with his

argument, Barnes jumped up and said, "The mysterious man is more powerful than any one of the

destroyers, isn't he?"

"It's not as simple as you think." The witcher ancestor shook his head and continued, "When the war

starts, the strengths of the five destroyers must be balanced, or this crisis will not even exist."

"You speak as though you know something. What is it?" Barnes frowned.

"Perhaps I do," the witcher ancestor sighed.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and both men glanced at each other in confusion.

A cloud of cyan aura containing a cold roar soared to the sky in the north area of the continent.

Barnes' grip on his stick tightened as he released his spiritual sense to investigate the disturbance's

source.

"Dragon!" Barnes exclaimed.

"Yes, that is Scott. He must be in trouble. Barnes, why don't you go and help him?" suggested the

witcher ancestor.

"No, I can't. The cyan dragon's corpse in that cave is too strong. It's pointless for me to go there,"

Barnes said as he waved his hand.

"Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"Old man, if you are capable, go ahead," Barnes sneered.

The witcher ancestor didn't say anything. Barnes was right. As he needed to preserve the last of his

Witcher Power, he could not use it at will.

"I'll do it."

At this moment, a figure in white suddenly appeared in the Sacred Palace.

"Finley?" Barnes' eyes narrowed when he saw Finley. Something about him seemed different, but he

couldn't tell what it was.

"The cyan dragon's aura alone is enough to crush you," Barnes said coldly.

"Really?"

Finley dismissed Barnes' warning and flew out of the Sacred Palace.

The witcher ancestor opened his eyes after Finley left. He was shocked, and the green fire in his eyes

glowed with greater intensity.

"I didn't expect him to come so soon..." The witcher ancestor soon fell silent again.

In the Fire Cave of the demonic monster domain

A cyan light permeated the entire domain, and the powerful aura turned this area into the land of death.

When Finley arrived, his body was protected by the holy light. Fortunately, it could resist the cyan light

of the land.

Whoosh!

Finley flew toward the Fire Cave.

After moving forward for a while, he finally stopped in front of a large, dry lake.

From afar, he saw a man covered in blood sitting cross-legged in the air. Ten kilometers away lay the

body of the cyan dragon. It was hundreds of kilometers long, winding like a mountain.

"Scott, are you okay?" Finley called.

"Snarl! Snarl! Snarl!"

Scott turned and growled.

At this moment, his face was covered with cyan dragon scales, and his blood vessels and energy

meridians flowed outside the dragon scales. The sight was terrifying, indeed.

"Help me."

A cold dragon's voice pleaded as it echoed in Finley's ears.

Hearing this, he flew over without hesitation.

But before he could approach Scott, a mighty dragon aura suddenly shot toward him.

Finley immediately gathered several rule forces to resist the attack.

Crack! Crack!

The rule forces were torn apart and the runes were in chaos. Finley was hit by the impact and

immediately spat out blood.

The dragon blood aura was too powerful, indeed.

With no other alternative, Finley flew back thousands of feet, till he was out of attack range of the

dragon blood aura.

"Scott, what should I do to help you?" Finley shouted.

"Give your blood and soul to me."

Scott's cold, malicious gaze swept over Finley as he spoke. However, this expression was different

from his usual look.

"You!" Finley exclaimed. "You are not Scott!"