CHAPTER 585 DID DARREN RUN AWAY

"Ha-ha, my real body, the first fiend ancestor, is finally out. You will all die now."

The blood-essence mutant's avatar laughed wickedly.

From the moment he was born, he'd been looking forward to the arrival of his real body.

Darren's clothes fluttered in the wind, his eyes shining with determination.

"Even if you're a mere avatar, you should have been torn apart!"

Darren didn't show mercy. His Blade and Sword Domain covered the blood-essence mutant's avatar.

"Kill me if you want!"

The blood-essence mutant's avatar was oddly excited.

But then he exploded into a mist of blood as the sword went through him.

"All of you, go and stop the fiend right now. Stop him even if it's at the cost of your lives!"

The command came from an imposing voice in the sky.

"As you command."

The three martial artists of the Ancient Families bowed towards the sky and flew towards the Dragon

Holy Land.

"Darren, hurry up! We may be able to stop him with the Soul Exploding Rune and the Killing Elixir." The

voice came from the sky again.

"What's the point? All this will do is add to his extensive headcount."

Ignoring the order, Darren flew to the east with the wounded Scott.

"Damn it! That prick just ran away! He ran away!"

The anxiety was written all over the face in the sky.

In the Sacred Palace of the Medium Spiritual World, the desolate air was filled with desperation.

Many martial artists who exuded a strong aura stood on both sides of the hall in silence.

"That brat has ignored my orders and ran away. I've misjudged him!"

A middle-aged man in a golden robe stood at the end of the hall, his face twisted in anger.

Considering how dire the situation was, Darren should have been fighting to the death right now.

"Ha-ha, that boy doesn't have backbone, yet you've treated him as a genius and a lifesaver. Do you

finally see his true nature?"

This came from the old man who'd visited Darren before. He still held a grudge against Darren ever

since he was scolded by the middle-aged man.

"Where are my top ten law enforcers?"

"Yes!"

Ten martial artists dressed in light golden robes with spears in their hands stood up after being

summoned.

They happened to be the strongest martial artists here, and every one of them was an inferior holy

warrior—a warrior at the inferior stage of the Holy Realm.

"Work with me! Let's shatter the space and kill the fiend ancestor!"

the middle-aged man in a golden robe shouted and took the lead in flying out of the palace.

It was a place where the space's power happened to be weak. Ever since the space passage was

sealed, there were several powerful rule cultivators arranging the array here in order to weaken the

space's strength in the Medium Spiritual World so that the Sacred Palace could infiltrate the Bottom

Spiritual World.

In recent days, the array was working at maximum capacity that the law enforcers were almost able to

get into the Bottom Spiritual World now. However, it was still too late.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Golden spears pierced the air one after another.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe also smashed at the space with his bare hands, creating

many small cracks in it.

"Even if we can keep up this pace, I'm afraid it'll still take at least a day for us to break the space and

enter the Bottom Spiritual World. By then, the first fiend ancestor will probably have already united his

body parts..."

The strong rule cultivators stood aside, unable to do anything but sigh. It was too late.

"My Lord, I think we better ask for help from the Imperial City," a strong rule cultivator suggested.

"How do I ask for help? No one is able to leave the Imperial City once they enter it, unless they are

senior holy warriors or half-step emperors. Keep blasting away!"

The middle-aged man and the ten law enforcers ignored the rule cultivator and kept blasting the space

with all their power.

Meanwhile, Darren was still on his way to the east with Scott.

After finding a well-hidden place to leave Scott, Darren got ready to fly away.

"Darren, where are you going?" Scott's face was pale.

"Just focus on recovering from your injuries. I will take care of all the rest. It's all or nothing now,"

Darren replied and flew away.

In the gloomy ground, countless creatures looked up at the sky.

They had no idea what was going on. All they knew was that the sky was falling and they couldn't

breathe.

Even the grand warriors looked terrified and were shaking in their hideouts. The power coming from the

sky was something they couldn't fight against.

"Darren, you're back."

In the Red Inferno Sect, Horace, Rocky and Nick were looking panicked too.

"Yes." Darren nodded calmly.

"He's actually escaped. What should we do now? Fight to the death?" Horace's words might have

portrayed resilience, but it was obvious he was just as desperate and shaken as everyone else.

"No matter how hard we try, we won't be able to make it. There's only one person who can save the

world." Darren cast his eyes towards the Red Inferno Sect's dungeon.

Horace immediately understood.

"You mean Eddy?"

"Yes."

Darren nodded and flew to the dungeon.

In the dungeon, Eddy was curled up in a corner, trembling.

"He's coming out. It's all over now,"

Eddy murmured to himself.

Eddy was a spiritual body. In fact, he was actually created by the witcher ancestor. He was born for the

sole purpose of defeating the first fiend ancestor if he somehow managed to escape.

Although he was an evil and crafty man, there was an order carved in his heart that he couldn't resist,

which was once the first fiend ancestor appeared, he had to fight him no matter what. This was the only

rule that had followed him in his consciousness ever since he was born.

"Stand up and destroy the fiend!"

Darren growled coldly.

Eddy looked up at Darren with fear.

"Destroy the fiend? I can't even get out of here. How can I destroy him?"

"I can let you out."

Darren now had the combat power of a top level seven-star warrior. He could break open the prison

cell with relative ease.

"You? On your own?"

Eddy's disdain was obvious. He seemed to have forgotten the fear the first fiend ancestor's breath had

brought forth.

Darren did not say much of anything. His sword suddenly buzzed with energy.

His blade and sword intents were already at a top level. He made use of both his legendary weapons

and legendary martial skills and kept blasting the black prison cell with all the power that he could

muster.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The prison was transformed by Lawrence in order to save his life. Darren felt sorry that he was trying to

destroy it.

But he had to do it in order to suppress the fiend.

Darren's powerful attacks were slowly breaking through the gate.

In the Dragon Holy Land

The blood red figure stared at the black-armored young man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Come home."

The words were so softly spoken that they almost sounded hesitant.

"No, no!"

the young man shouted madly, then sprang up from the ground and kept backing up.

But the blood red figure reached out his hand, and a strong demonic power rushed towards the young

man.

"Ah!"

Screams pierced through the air and into the distance.

The black-armored young man's body melted away and transformed into a pure demonic internal force

that flew towards the figure.

A few seconds later, the young man vanished as if he'd never existed.

A howl of triumph was released from the figure as his aura got stronger with the surge of power he'd

absorbed.

He looked in the direction of the Holy Lands.

Right then, all the forbidden areas of the other seven Holy Lands began to roar as if strong demonic

power was about to erupt.

The blood red figure soared into the sky in a flash.

However, many strange runes suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

After crashing into the wall of runes created, he was surprised to find himself being pushed back

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Figures in black robes appeared in the air, their eyes glowing with a green light.

"Roar!"

He hit the wall of runes with his huge hand and the wall immediately broke into pieces.

The witchers took this chance and began to cast a spell on him.

Their withered bodies were burning with green flames. The auras of life and death were constantly

interspersing with one another.