CHAPTER 615 THE POWERFUL GASTON

"Listen, I'd like for you to help me out. I honestly don't want to stay in the Ancient Void Battlefield

forever. I already know everything about this place. It's become too boring," Finley told Darren

sincerely.

"Okay, I understand." Darren nodded.

This brought to mind something that Finley had told him before. He'd mentioned that the only way to

leave the Ancient Void Battlefield was to make it into the Holy Realm.

"But you are going to make it to the Holy Realm, aren't you? What could you possibly need my help

for?" Darren was confused on why Finley would ask him for help.

"That's not enough. I need a real body. Strictly speaking, I'm just a perfected soul now. Even if I make it

to the Holy Realm, without an actual body, I still won't be able to get out."

"That doesn't sound so hard. I'll find you a body once I get out. Come to think of it, what about that guy

just now? Can you use his body?" Darren asked with a raised brow.

"It's not that simple, otherwise I would have done it already. I'll need the body of a holy warrior at least

that can withstand my soul. The stronger the body, the better. The optimum choice would be a senior

holy warrior's body. But if you can't manage that, then please at least get me the body of a junior holy

warrior. Please help me, Darren!"

"Are you kidding me?

What kind of power do you think I have? It's practically suicide to help you get a holy body! Whether

what you're hoping for is the body of a senior holy warrior or a junior holy warrior, there is nothing that I

can do to help you!"

Darren rolled his eyes at him.

"Please don't leave me here! I'm dying to get out of here. You must help me with this. You owe it to me.

I have helped you so many times."

Darren thought it through for a moment and then said, "If I manage to get a holy warrior into the

Ancient Void Battlefield, will you be able to handle it yourself? If you can do that, then I'll go and find

one for you."

Finley shook his head. "No way. I'm merely a soul, there is no way I can defeat a holy warrior with a

real body. Besides, with your current level of the force of control, you can't drag someone that powerful

in here. Even if you bring him in, the Ancient Void Battlefield will be destroyed." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"Then what exactly are you asking me to do here? Do you want me to die?" Darren glared at him.

"Anyway, you have to help me, Darren. Get me out of here as soon as possible. Oh, I forgot to mention,

there's one more thing I need from you. I'll need you to completely seal the Ancient Void Battlefield

when I'm breaking through to the Holy Realm. If we cause any disturbance to the outside world, the

Holy Catastrophe may befall you. It will definitely kill you.

Don't drag anyone in until I make the breakthrough completely. Remember that."

After saying that, Finley flew away. He hid in the twelfth space and started to cultivate.

"Shit!" Darren was stunned. "He is asking for my help, but how could he be this shameless?"

Darren was not in the mood to think about him. He might get the chance to find a holy body someday.

Only then would he consider sending it to him to help him out. It would be crazy to fight a holy warrior.

Even Darren wouldn't dare to do it!

"My sister is still in a coma."

He'd been using the force of control constantly to check on Belle and he found that her state remained

unchanged.

But he could feel that Belle's soul and blood were slowly recovering. He believed that she would one

day be fine.

"I haven't seen Denise for a long time. I wonder what she's doing right now."

Darren began to search out Denise. He spotted her outside a cabin near the river.

She was still so beautiful, sitting alone by the river in a daze. She wasn't as talkative as before, only

talking to the butterfly next to her occasionally.

Darren had planned on visiting her, but since the problem hadn't been resolved yet he couldn't. It was

better that he leave her alone. If he went to talk to her and then took off, she would feel even more

lonely.

"Denise is also a soul. It's time for me to look for a body for her. I'll ask Finley when I'm free."

Then, Darren went to check on Diana. Diana was relaxed as she painted in the bamboo forest.

After checking on them all, Darren left the Ancient Void Battlefield.

Two hours in the Ancient Void Battlefield was nothing but a few seconds in the outside world.

"Darren, are you okay?"

Seeing Darren emerging, Isaac happily flew over to him.

"I'm okay."

"Where is that prick? Where did he go? Let me know, and I will end him!"

"I've already taken care of him so you don't have to deal with him now." Darren smiled.

"That's good." With an approving look at Darren, Isaac said, "Darren, what can I say about you?"

"What? What's wrong? Did I do something to offend you?" Darren looked at him, confused.

"That's impossible. What I meant is, how can I possibly describe your abilities? You even have your

own small world!"

Isaac had never been so shocked like today. This young man who practiced both sword and blade at

the same time had the strength of a seven-star grand warrior at the top level, and had a small world of

his own. No one had seen like this before.

"It was pure luck. My friend is trying to have a breakthrough and become a holy warrior, so it's not a

good time for me to open the small world. I will invite you in when there is a chance," Darren explained

to him.

"Okay, that's a deal. I will also get to visit your friend too."

Isaac's heart jolted at the thought. In Darren's small space, there was someone who was trying to be a

holy warrior? And it was a good friend of his!

He felt that he was so lucky to have met such a powerful man as soon as he came out of his

cultivation.

"Someone is coming."

Darren had been looking into the distance as they talked. Someone was indeed coming.

It wasn't a big stretch to know that person was a member of the Thousand Souls Tribe.

But he was very powerful. It was obvious from the vast wave of space ripples that came from the sky

from a hundred kilometers away.

"This person can make space collapse with one step. This person's strength is well above mine!'

Isaac was overwhelmed by the power that was projected.

Darren also felt that the situation was not good for him. He could sense a great amount of pressure

even from such a long distance. The aura was similar to that of Finley's when he released the Holy

Will, but a little weaker.

"Darren, let's go."

With a wave of his hand, he hailed Darren to run away with him.

Darren did not hesitate. He followed Isaac and flew off into the sky.

"You cannot escape!"

His roar collapsed a mountain right in front of them.

"So powerful!"

Darren was aghast.

'Oh my God! He seems to have comprehended forty percent of the Holy Will, while I've only managed

up to twenty percent!'

Taking a deep breath, Isaac came to his senses and deduced that the Holy Will in the stranger's howl

was much stronger than his.

"Darren, it seems that I have underestimated the Thousand Souls Tribe. You go first and I will cover for

you." Isaac had a grave expression on his face.

He never expected that the Thousand Souls Tribe had someone who could summon forty percent of

the Holy Will.

"No way. Let's go together first. After my friend becomes a holy warrior, we can come back and kill

him," Darren said.

"Just do what I told you!" Apparently, he was not a man to be trifled with.

"Do you really think that you can do as you wish?"

A figure appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Darren and Isaac as if he had teleported himself

there.

It was a middle-aged man in a grey robe. He had sharp eyes and a domineering sword intent.

"You must be the mighty Gaston Qian, right?" Isaac asked calmly.

"Since you know that I am the patriarch, kneel down and I will grant you a quick death!" Gaston glared

at Isaac icily.

"I think that your ego has blinded you. Do you really believe that I am afraid of you?"

"Really? So you're the one who mastered the extreme sword intent. You've lived for three thousand

years, and you seem to have made some progress."

Several thousand years ago, Gaston had sensed someone suddenly master the extreme sword intent.

He made inquiries and found out that it was a man called Isaac. But after searching for a while, he still

couldn't find the man because Isaac had been in seclusion for his cultivation at that time.

"That's right. I see that you have already reached the Holy Will threshold. But you're nothing compared

to me.

I have to remind you that if my brother dies, you two will suffer the cruelest kind of torture in the world.

Of course, if he's still alive, I'll be kind enough to only tear you apart. Ha-ha."

After laughing to himself, his face turned ferocious.