CHAPTER 284 HAIR STANDS ON END

Chills crept on Darren's back, and his body started to feel numb. A quiver of panic overwhelmed him as

he sensed a horrible breath of something powerful from the glowering sky. In his battle with the

animated creatures, he was forced to use a small quantity of the dark gold internal force twice in a row.

In doing that, he triggered the Heavenly Repression, and that only meant one thing: what was about to

happen would be something horrible for Darren—which was not totally good at all.

Anticipating the inescapable wrath, Darren released his spiritual sense and concealed his aura in the

Ancient Void Battlefield. That was the only option he had to escape the divine punishment.

Darren's technique seemed to work this time because the horrible power lingering in the glowering sky

missed its goal in a second. After a while, it disappeared in the ether, and the thunderous and hair

raising grumble was never heard again.

Though the sky was clear again, Darren was still in plight. Freed from the threat of the Heavenly

Repression, he still had the horrid tree to handle. It was true that Darren's dark gold internal force was

powerful, but its speed was too slow. The arcane tree dodged the attack effortlessly.

Responding to Darren's attack, countless wickers chased and whipped him all at once. Desperately, he

tried to fly into a tumbledown hut to dodge the attack from the tree.

Boom!

Soon after the loud explosion, Darren felt two streams of great breath from his rear side. From beneath

the earth emerged a giant beetle and a stone monster covered with ice. The monstrous creatures

appeared in front of him and blocked Darren's way of escape.

The stench made by the two monsters' breath was the same as the tree monster. Apparently, their

strengths were equal to Wonder Realm warriors in the outside world.

"Shit!" Darren muttered to himself. He felt helpless as three powerful creatures surrounded him. In his

mind, he thought that he would either be beaten to be half-dead or be wholly killed by the nasty

creatures.

"Water Kylin, you are such a bastard! How dare you frame me?" Darren said in between clenched

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In the meantime, as Darren was figuring out how to end the battle, he found himself inside a burnt hut.

As he roamed his vision around, he saw a pitch-black sculpture boldly etched in the center of the hut.

Many black chains twined the weird-looking statue.

A smashing sound interrupted the warrior's reverie; wickers followed Darren closely inside the hut and

dashed at him again. As Darren flew backward quickly, his fingers scrabbled the black chains twining

around the sculpture and made one swift swing of the strings. With that, the clunky chains hit the tree

monster entangling its charred twigs and branches.

"Eh?" Darren let out a sigh as he noticed the oddity displayed by the creatures.

Something strange happened. The tree monster and the other two creatures all took hasty steps back

as if they had been much frightened.

"What the hell is going on? Why is it becoming totally dark all of a sudden? Something is wrong here!"

Darren shouted, puzzled, and rattled at the same time.

Shifting his gaze to the sculpture this time, Darren noticed some strange black runes flaring towards

the statue. Soon a stream of weird and powerful aura loomed over Darren.

'Why are the flaring black runes the same with those etched on my wrecked armor?' Darren thought as

he sifted through the runes. All this time, Darren had utterly no idea what the black runes represent in

his armor were. Unexpectedly, seeing the runes on the sculpture this time, he couldn't help but ask

questions in his mind.

The sky was growing darker and darker as if night had fallen deep. Not a single star twinkled in the

ether. It was as if the heavens were saying that something strange was about to happen.

Sharp and icy winds kept on blowing. Darren shuddered with cold and fright. He could not put his mind

on it, but some profound and ancient aura was exuding from the sculpture.

As he bent over to have a closer look at the sculpture, the stone's eyes lit up. To Darren's surprise, it

was a formidable black light that was shining in its sights.

He was stricken with fear and panic. Darren's weapons were raised in preparation for an attack. 'How

could a black light exist?' he asked himself silently. But Darren was sure with what he saw. Indeed, it

was a beam of black light.

Though he was not sure what would happen next, Darren thought it wouldn't be safe for him to be in

the hut. He couldn't stay there any longer. In a flash, he flew out of the house and channeled his

strength to fly as far as possible from the mysterious place.

Yet, though he fled for a long time, Darren was still in the endless darkness, surrounded by the

profound aura he felt inside the hut.

"Am I in a domain?" Darren asked. He was horrified and confused at the same time. Determined to let

himself loose from the unwanted aura, he released his spiritual sense to locate the source of the high

energy. He was right, and he was in some domain.

Out of the domain, the Water Kylin was still taking pleasure in Darren's misfortune. Despite that, the

beast could not let Darren die, or else he would die too. His fate intertwined with Darren's. Sensing the

panic and fear from Darren, the Water Kylin thought that it was about time for him to give Darren a

hand.

To his dismay, however, the Water Kylin couldn't find Darren's figure across space, not even a wisp of

Darren's breath.

"Fuck, where are you, master? Don't frighten me!" The Water Kylin flew to the pit and concentrated

harder in looking for Darren's whereabouts.

Boom!

Desperately, the Water Kylin flared shots across the sky as he failed in locating Darren's trace.

Because of his failure, the Water Kylin couldn't help but feel he was on the verge of death. Anytime

from now, he could lie lifeless in the ground, and he could do nothing about it.

Not giving up, though, continuously, the Water Kylin expanded himself until he was the size of a hill.

Rampage bombardment vibrated against the earth until the tree monster, beetle, and stone man were

all shaken out at the sight of the oversized Water Kylin.

"Damn ants, where is that human being?" The Water Kylin was irritated, his roar resounded between

the heaven and the earth. The stateliness of the grand warrior made the three monsters quiver with

panic.

Bang!

This time, the Water Kylin lifted his claws and made a hard slap, smashing the beetle into a pool of

mud.

Seeing this, the tree monster and the stone man felt a sudden sick sense of dread. The tree monster

formed a hand with its twigs. With its hands, it pointed at the direction of the statue in the burnt hut.

With that, the Water Kylin made a great roar and rushed towards the statue as fast as he could. His

colossal claw slapped against the charred trees and plants as he trod the path towards the burnt hut.

The earth beneath his feet shuddered violently, cracks spread across the hard surface of the ground

when the beast set a foot upon the solid firmament.

Unexpectedly, upon reaching the hut, an unrecognizable yet horrible aura could be felt oozing out from

the burnt hut.

The Water Kylin's immense body was thrown back, tumbling destructively before he could steady

himself. Pure outrage and a sign of fear were evident in the beast's eyes.

'What kind of powerful force is that?'

The Water Kylin wondered. In the meantime, the Water Kylin could feel that his breath of life was

weakening. That would mean Darren was losing his life too. Controlled by anxiousness, the beast

suppressed his fear and launched another attack at the statue.

On the other end, quite a distance away from the burnt statue, Darren struggled to maintain a balance

between his strength and power that was slowly draining out of him.

Flying lost in quiet darkness and emptiness, he couldn't find any direction. He had no idea where he

was heading.

"No! These could not be happening! My breath of life is losing very quickly. I will die in silence if this

goes on like this," Darren muttered.

For ordinary warriors, they would usually die in this domain in a split second given the situation. Thanks

to Darren's awakened Spirit Power, he was able to sustain and endure what was happening to him.

Despite the struggle that he was facing, the torture reminded him of the scene that he and Elsa got

trapped in the array plotted by the witcher, when they entered the forbidden area of the Holy Land. Both

similarities and differences existed in the two scenes. He was grateful that they had survived in the

end.

Buzz!

Darren's head was throbbing this time. A silvery world appeared in his mind as he gathered his spiritual

sense to spot where his talent skill of the dragons was attached.

As he blinked his eye, however, everything changed. Black silk threads of some rule floated

everywhere and kept stealing his vitality.

Flustered, Darren released his Spirit Power, attempting to cut himself loose from those rule silk threads.

After moments of clashing with the threads, he failed. The moment his Spirit Power touched those

black silk threads, he could feel a sharp pain in his head. These silk threads were more powerful than

he could contain.

"What kind of domain is it? It's not potent yet full of danger," Darren murmured.

Amidst the pain he was enduring, a giggling sound echoed.

Then a sound of footsteps came to Darren's ears. Something or somebody was approaching him.

The whimpering, giggling, the footsteps, and the searing pain in his head mimicked in the pitch-dark

night all at the same time. It was total torture that Darren couldn't bear.

Soon after, as he was able to regain his senses, a swarm of odd-looking people appeared in Darren's

eyes.

"No head? Part of a body? The string of intestines is running out from their bellies?"

The grotesque scene displayed before Darren's eyes made the hairs in every part of his body stand on

ends.

A little girl who had lost half of her skull giggled; a martial artist clad in black armor moved ponderously

with part of his body dangling.

Moreover, the rolling limbs, bloody large intestines, and popping eyes were all creeping on the ground.

To Darren's great surprise, the aura exuded by the broken bodies were like the aura he felt from the

tree monster, the beetle, and the stone man. That meant that they had the same strength as Grand

Realm warriors.

"My god, what kind of sin have I committed to deserve all these?" Wearing a pale countenance, Darren

never thought he would die in such a hell-like fate.