CHAPTER 636 PUNCTURING THE ELIXIR FIELD

On the spur of the moment, a dark gold internal force exploded in the center of the battlefield creating a

devastating impact around the entire space.

Consequently, the men who were rushing toward Darren were immediately forced to retreat. However,

such a colossal explosion, which caused the entire space to tremble coupled with the enemies

retreating away, attracted more people's attention.

"Kill him!"

Though still dazed by the explosion, several people managed and dared to rush towards Darren.

"Air-integrated True Rule!"

Without any hesitation, Darren used the Air-integrated True Rule and disappeared from where he was.

Having vanished in thin air, all the attacks aimed towards him missed.

Those who had launched the assault against him didn't have time to think about what was going on.

Because if they wanted to take another action, their weakness would be exposed. If that happened,

then they would be immediately besieged.

"Phew!" Being invisible and unfelt right now, Darren could finally breathe a sigh of relief amidst the

chaotic battlefield.

As free as a bird, mindless of his enemies, Darren flew in the air and checked around. The scope of the

battlefield was about ten kilometers—a vast and spacious arena for killing.

In his viewpoint, high above the sky, Darren had a clear picture of what was happening below. At least

two thousand people were fighting, and the entire battlefield was in a mess and mayhem.

Judging from their clothes, Darren could tell that they were from different forces.

In the innermost part of the battlefield, Darren had detected a sizeable imprint-like dent stretched

across the field with his spiritual sense. It was an enormous crater that spread out from its edge and left Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

a deep footprint in the middle.

"This was definitely stepped out by a human!" Darren chirped out.

At the thought of the rumor that someone had broken the forbidden zone, Darren knew that the

footprint must be from the old man who came out of the space crack the other day.

The warriors on the battlefield were all at the top level of the seven-star. Although their cultivation base

had been suppressed, they were still fighting fiercely, and the impact was huge. Some people might die

at any time.

"Oh, how can I miss such a good opportunity?" At the thought of it, Darren patted his head. How could

he forget to assimilate the fallen martial artists' talent since many people died on this battlefield? It was

a very precious opportunity, yet he got his mind so preoccupied that he forgot about it.

"Assimilate!"

Staying hidden with the help of his Air-integrated True Rule, Darren flew to the center of the battlefield.

He started to assimilate those spiritual energies crazily—feasting upon them.

Darren's Air-integrated True Rule could last for a quarter of an hour. During this period, he could make

use of the time that he got to assimilate all the powers without showing up.

One figure after another was beaten into pieces. Gradually, they all fell on the ground, and Darren

desperately assimilated them.

With all the different kinds of talents from various forms of martial arts kept pouring into his mind, he felt

light and comfortable at once.

But then again, the clock was ticking, and time was almost up.

"The top level of the eighth grade of the Heaven Degree!" Darren shouted out of extreme gladness.

With the achievement that he just attained, Darren was delighted. After assimilating all the talents from

the fallen martial artists, his talent had increased one level higher. He was getting closer and closer to

the Genuine Domain Degree.

However, what worried Darren was he would be attacked once he was out of his Air-integrated True

Rule.

Under the restriction, Darren couldn't get out and escape the circus and havoc of the battling warriors.

'No, the reason why so many great geniuses are sent here is not only because of hatred, instead,

because of the mission that they were assigned to look for something. What could that be?' Darren

thought.

Within the limited time that was left before his Air-integrated True Rule faded off, he wandered around

the edge of the battlefield, expecting that he would somehow find the answer to his question.

On second thought, he concluded that their fight must have something to do with the footprint left on

the ground.

It was not because the footprint was exceptional, but Darren also saw that from time to time, some

strong cultivators who had left the battle were flying towards the direction of the footprint. Furthermore,

he also observed that the moment a warrior got near the footprint, they were stopped by the other

parties.

Soon enough, as his curiosity led him to the place, Darren's body appeared beside the footprint.

"Ah, someone is approaching the array entrance. Kill him!" someone from the crowd shouted.

Like lions at the sight of a lowly gazelle, dozens of strong cultivators dashed towards Darren and hit

him with all kinds of weapons from afar.

Panic-stricken, Darren looked around and stepped back. The rain of attacks that was hurled towards

his direction terrified him, turning him pale in the face.

Darren had no idea why they approached the footprint the moment they saw him getting near it. Facing

continuous fierce attacks, which he knew he could not resist, he had to retreat.

After Darren retreated, the dozens of people who were rushing towards him earlier had approached the

footprint. One of them said, "Brother, you go first. We will defend you."

"Okay,"

one of the men in golden robes shouted.

As Darren had seen and sensed, the man who took the lead among them was flashing with a powerful

aura.

Furthermore, this man, who had comprehended forty percent of the Fringe Holy Will, was one of the

very few top masters that survived on the battlefield.

Seeing that man rushing towards the footprint, a group of gold-clad men behind him frantically attacked

those who were chasing them.

"What? The people of the Golden Sacred Sect rush over. Kill them!" a man from another team ordered.

In less than no time, eight powerful and overbearing attacks came towards the man in golden robes

and forced him backward.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

With each blow, eight figures from different parties flew towards the footprint.

However, no one was able to advance closer to the footprint. Anyone who approached there would

surely be beaten back by the rest of them.

In the pursuit of approaching the footprint, a stalemate of neck-in-neck battle had been going on.

Overwhelmed by the outbursts and exchange of powers, Darren stood far away and did not intend to

get involved in the chaotic battle. He was confident that if he got himself involved, it would not end well

just because of the Fringe Holy Will of the several people fighting.

"Fuck! You can go and fight with them! You can try to kill all you want! Enjoy yourself. As for me, I just

want to assimilate the martial arts talents," Darren muttered.

When most influential people on the battlefield had moved towards the edge of the footprint, Darren

simply flew back to find some people who were alone.

He knew very well the mantra of war, that was, if you didn't kill people, others would kill you. Only by

killing could you survive.

While he was wandering, the moment he caught sight of a lone man in blue, without delay, Darren

targeted him.

"It seems that they are from the Heaven Lake Sect. Wherever he is from, just kill!" Darren told himself.

With that, Darren leaped over, and his blade and sword intents rushed out, forming a giant blade and

sword with the green light flashing.

The sword and blade swiftly flew in the air, leaving perfect tracks—all aimed at the man in blue.

However, to Darren's surprise, it turned out that just that extremely ordinary sword trajectory ended the

man's life. Without him noticing, Darren had approached that man in blue while releasing the sword

and blade intents. So, he could instantaneously kill the man in blue.

"He killed our senior brother apprentice. Kill him!" someone from the crowd shouted.

The moment the man's body fell on the ground with an eerie and loud thud, two bloody disciples from

the Heaven Lake Sect dashed towards Darren angrily.

Not intending to draw their attention, Darren frowned and retreated quickly. But the two men kept on

chasing him.

'They seem to be masters who have comprehended twenty percent of the Holy Will, ' Darren thought.

The two men kept on attacking Darren from behind. Fringe Holy Will continually reached Darren's

direction, and Darren found it difficult to dodge nor even escape.

Whoosh!

Betimes, while Darren was not mindful of his surroundings and just thinking of ways on how to break

loose from the two men, an arrow pierced through both of their heads—a bloody bull's-eye headshot.

"Run to the crowd!" shouted the man whom Darren did not know of.

Grateful to that man who fired the arrow, Darren then realized that since there were so many people in

this battlefield, chasing and killing people was courting death. It was a far better idea to stay in a place

with a lot of people and play dumb.

Despite that, Darren hadn't forgotten the assimilating talents when he escaped. Now that he continued

assimilating, he had reached the ninth level of the Heaven Degree!

Talents of this level were rare in the entire Medium Spiritual World. Once they were discovered, they

would definitely be the object of great admiration by the Sacred Palace and various forces.

To a greater extent, Darren dismissed the thought and wandered on the battlefield. Killing one or two

lonely strong men from time to time, he attracted a lot of pursuits, but fortunately escaped successfully.

"Ah!"

With the battle ebbing a little, Darren, at this point gave out a loud roar.

Stretching and swaying himself, he felt a terrible pain in his back.

Confused as he was, as to what and who caused the searing pain, Darren shot a beam of dark gold

internal force at his rear and then turned around.

Surprisingly, there was a human figure laughing hideously behind him.

As he sensed the hidden man's presence, Darren's heart jolted. This person, whoever he was, had

mastered the shadow rule. It wouldn't be a surprise if he were killed before he could realize it.

The piercing pain made Darren sweating and rickety that he ran away desperately.

"My elixir field was pierced through." At the thought of it, Darren's face was deadly pale. His back and

abdomen were stabbed, and blood spewed out of his body, profusely.

"You want to escape? You son of a bitch! You secretly killed many disciples of the Crimson Sea Sect. I

finally have time to punish you!" promulgated the man. Before long, the figure burst out his killing intent

and transformed into wisps of black smoke and rushed toward Darren at high speed.

With such skills in transformation, Darren was shocked. The person behind him turned into black

smoke, and his speed was incredibly fast. He couldn't escape.