CHAPTER 355 THE ENDING OF THE BATTLE (PART ONE)

"Eh?" Both Stark and Ethan raised their head to follow the gleam of light that etched across the

celestial sphere. The spectators were all shocked at the overwhelming momentum that lit up the sky,

accompanied by surging outbursts of unchartered energies.

Boom!

Breaking the eerie silence, an old man lurched in the air and gave out a mighty legendary martial skill.

He focused all his strength to hit Gerald's crotch.

Bang!

Without missing the target, injured flesh and blood materialized in between Gerald's legs. Parts of his

loins fulminated in every direction, creating a grotesque ambience over the place.

At that moment, Ann finally sighed a relief with a non-stop flow of tears. To her disgust, just now

Gerald's penis was just a few inches away from her. She wished the ground could swallow her alive

because her face was scarlet red with shame.

As an outcome of what had happened to him, Gerald collapsed and hollered in pain on the ground. His

legs were trembling while blood continued to gush out of the wound.

"Who did that?! Tell me who did that so I can make him suffer the same fate," Stark shouted furiously,

shooting another palm shadow to the sky. He was showing off his sharp skills and was putting up a

dare to those who would want to challenge him. In the intervening period, taking advantage of the This belongs to - ©.

distraction, Ethan flew over to Gerald and released a domain to protect him and somehow conceal his

aura from the old man.

"How dare you bastards from the eastern land! How dare you defy our warriors and act wildly in the

southern land? Don't try to run now! We will take our revenge upon you," a middle-aged man bellowed.

The loud sound shook Stark, causing him to take a few steps backward in retreat.

Given the present circumstances, Stark and Ethan were aware of the skills and capabilities of the

people in the sky. They had much more potent powers. Not to mention the old man and the middle-

aged man, both of them were unparalleled when it came to skills and strengths.

Whoosh!

With swift, gliding motions, several figures landed beside Darren.

"Darren, are you okay?"

Shane asked as he drew closer to Darren. The other men with him were the supreme disciples from

the Heavenly Palace Sect. They brought with them their powerful seniors to strengthen their fort and

forces. One was an elder of the Chasm Clan, and the other was a supreme trainer of the Heavenly

Palace Sect. Both of them were two-star grand warriors; they were seen as the leading roles in the

southern land.

As for the others, there were at least fifteen men who were all one-star grand warriors. The group was

indeed extraordinary, and well-trained warriors, so facing them in battle would undoubtedly lead one to

his doom.

Faced with such a strong force, Stark and Ethan were all stunned and dumbed. Let alone that Gerald

was now in torment, he felt that he had been reduced into a cold, unfathomable and lifeless abyss—

useless and helpless.

"Stark, Ethan, don't leave me alone in here," swallowing his pride, Gerald pleaded, since he knew that

so many powerful warriors threatened them. They were outnumbered, and the only option left for them

to do was to escape and save their lives. He was bothered that Stark and Ethan would give up on him

and flee.

"It depends," Stark replied shortly. He used to care about Gerald a lot, let alone Ethan, who had made

up his mind to flee once the grand warriors launched attacks against them.

"Stark, don't forget I once saved your life," determined to make Stark feel guilty, Gerald implored,

wearing a mournful face, not a trace of a single momentum of a grand warrior shown on his face.

"Brother, send your men to deal with the bastards. Stand guard with my friend," looking up, Shane

shouted to the sky. In less than no time at all, a handsome young man commanded a few one-star

grand warriors to fly over and land beside Darren.

"Thank you for coming to my aid," the grateful Darren said in gratitude, saluting to Shane and the

supreme disciples of the Heavenly Palace Sect.

"Don't be so polite. We are all friends here. We have made a deal to help you before. I'm sorry that we

came late and made them almost kill you. Don't be mad at us," Shane explained. He rested his hand

upon Darren's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. That was his way of assuring him that they would

always get his back and be with him no matter what happened.

"That's right. Darren, we have been to the Lotus Holy Land, but an old man drove us away. It was when

the viewers told us that you have come to this place that we were able to get back on your tracks.

Please don't blame us for being late," Tab Yun, the leading middle-aged man among the four, said as

he stepped forward. He was determined to make all things clear for Darren.

"I appreciate it that you have come. How could I blame you, in the first place? I should be thankful

instead," with the sincerest voice, Darren said. He bowed and saluted the men to whom he was very

thankful. Without them, he and the grand warriors with him would have already died.

At present, Darren regretted that he had consumed his force of control to open the Ancient Void

Battlefield a few days ago. Otherwise, he could transmit Gerald and the grand warriors with him to the

Ancient Void Battlefield. If in any case, he had succeeded in doing so, Finley could have killed all of

them using only one of his palms!

'I shouldn't have opted to open and use the Ancient Void Battlefield until the emergent situation

commenced, ' filled with regrets, Darren thought in his heart.

"Well. Darren, let's save the chit chat after we are done with the bastards. What's important right now is

to save and cure your friends," preparing himself to attack, Shane reminded Darren.

"Yes, let's do that. Thank you so much." Agreeing to what Shane had said, Darren nodded.

With that, one-star grand warriors initiated an aura to cure the wounds inflicted upon Scott, Chad and

the other grand warriors who were severely injured. Since some grand warriors, including the Grand

Blood Refiner, were still conscious, thus they cured their wounds themselves.