CHAPTER 65 THE CLIFF

In this wilderness, the situation was severe—the two dangerous forces were surging furiously.

Elsa's face turned pale. She knew that Jerome was close to killing someone and it was impossible to

prevent him from doing so.

Just when Jerome and Darren were at a stalemate, Elsa moved toward Dalton to pick up the divine

sword fragment—she had a plan.

Suddenly, a burst of violent wind emerged and Jerome's release of vital energy imposed tremendous

pressure on his opponent.

With that, Darren felt suppression in his chest, a sense of something almost unbearable.

"The strength of Mysterious Realm is too powerful…" In shock, Darren thought, 'All I can do is to use

demonic internal force. But it's still impossible to kill someone who has reached the Mysterious Realm

with just that.'

At this moment, Jerome made a move—an ancient bow was open in his hand, ready to shoot the

arrow.

As he drew the bow, an arrow with vital energy and white light shot out.

A powerful force came with the arrow, its speed was incomparable. Darren could avoid the arrow by

any means.

Darren waved his blade and sword, and a majestic internal force came out. After a roar, the arrow

dimmed a bit, but its power was still unbeatable.

The arrow seemed to be more powerful than he imagined—the idea scared him.

Schhwaff!

Seeing the arrow approaching, Darren gathered all his internal force only to move a small step.

Even with that, the arrow easily penetrated his left shoulder. As it pierced his flesh, it exploded with vital

energy, leaving a gaping hole in his body.

"Do you see my power, now? Killing you would be as simple as slaughtering a dog!"

Seeing Darren become a mere duckling in his eyes, Jerome turned rather complacent.

"Cut the crap. Kill me if you're really powerful enough!"

In spite of the tremendous pain in his left shoulder, Darren forced himself to stand proud in the wind,

shrugging off any sign of weakness.

"Alright, well, if that's the case…

You'll die like Dalton, very miserable," Jerome explained, shooting three ancient arrows. They flew so

fast that the sharp sound penetrated the wind as if the arrows were cutting through the sky—it was

astonishing.

Standing still, Darren's pyramidal demon core in his body began to work. A stock of demonic internal

force started to gather in passages through which vital energy circulated, violent and fierce.

At this moment, Darren's eyes turned ice-cold and black thorns grew out from his back, leaving a

tingling sensation.

Left with no other choice, Darren had to use the demonic internal force, thinking that the three arrows

could possibly stop him. If he didn't transform into a demon, he would be easily smashed into pieces.

"Hm? That's so weird."

Upon finding something, Jerome's neutral expression was replaced with a frown.

Even from where Elsa stood, she could feel the dark, deep atmosphere that suddenly began

enveloping the area, making people feel extremely fearful as if they were right at the gates of hell. It

was quite horrible.

Three arrows approached him in the blink of an eye—he couldn't avoid them. Instead, he gathered all

his strength and rushed toward Jerome.

"All arrow cultivators have a fatal flaw—that is fear of short-range attacks!"

As she analyzed the situation, Elsa's face turned pale, 'No… Darren is going to go down with him!'

As expected, the three arrows shot right through Darren's body, leaving holes in his flesh. However, he

could grin rather hideously, accelerating his speed as he rushed to Jerome.

"Madman, do you really think that if you come closer to me, you can hurt me? Innocent!"

Jerome's eyes were full of ridicule, laughing at Darren's naivety—he didn't seem to understand that

there was still a huge gap between them.

Growing stronger and stronger, the demon core seemed to run to the limit as black scales began to

cover his back.

Although Jerome felt a strange atmosphere, how could he think that Darren would transform himself

into a demon? Still disdainful, pulling the ancient bow in his hand and laughing, he said, "You don't

know that I can shoot people in a short distance. I only blame you for being too ignorant."

An arrow exploded in front of Jerome, rolling into dust.

The next moment, he was muddled.

The arrow exploded right on Darren's body, stopping him for a moment.

"Incredible!"

Jerome was shocked and wide-eyed. "Why, his physical strength suddenly increased by a hundred!"

Meanwhile, the sharp eyes of Jerome looked at Darren's eyes. What a pair of dark, deep and fearful

eyes!

In a short time, Darren managed to approach Jerome. The demonic internal force and powerful blade

and sword internal forces completely submerged the other man like the raging waves of the sea.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Earth blasted off, cracking up until the radiant light illuminated the night sky.

After the shocking fight, a black figure ran out wildly, the black scales broken into pieces. Blood stained

Darren's whole body.

"Elsa, flee with me! I can only hurt him at most!" Darren's consciousness was somewhat vague as he

shouted instinctively.

Waking up from the sluggishness, Elsa clenched the divine sword fragment in her hand, and took

Darren's hand, running as fast as possible.

Behind them, deep in the earth, cracks began to expand, looking like a wretched figure rushing from

deep underground.

His hair was unkempt and his body charred, but Jerome's eyes were bright as he roared, "Little

bastard, I want to smash you into slags!"

Standing in midair, he absorbed the spiritual energy around him.

"Damn asshole. Let me show you the power of the Mysterious Realm!

Destructive Arrow! Shoot!"

Suddenly, an arrow with a myriad of electric shocks shot out.

Fleeing at full speed, Darren and Elsa could still feel the unparalleled momentum of the arrow as it

approached them.

A burst of roars came, the giant stone on the road blasting into powder by the arrow. The place where

the arrow passed cracked into a gully that was several feet deep, which was a sign of its power.

"Dammit, we can't escape."

With that, Darren couldn't help but feel disheartened.

"Darren, hold onto this fragment." At that moment, a cold hand clenched his hand and the fragment

containing sword intent fell into his hand.

"Inject blood essence into it, Darren. Hurry!" Elsa urged anxiously.

Though he didn't know why she asked him to do so, he tried it. Immediately, Darren made the blood exclusive content.

essence rush from his heart to spurt onto the fragment.

Light flashed from it and a strange scene appeared in the night sky.

It was a precipice shooting straight into the thick clouds. The three sides were an endless black

wilderness. The demonic monsters, standing thousands of feet in height were suddenly everywhere,

and the power that shook heaven and earth was now rampant.

There was a descendant of the dragon, thousands of feet long…

An ancient monster stood alongside it, as huge as a mountain…

Even the descendant of the Fire Kylin appeared.

These descendants of ancient legendary beasts were powerful and formidable demonic monsters.

At that moment, the figure of a young man stepped out. As he quietly waved his sword, the demonic

monsters fled, some of them suddenly trembling and shivering.

In the distance, seeing this scene, Jerome was too scared to even retreat, as if the appalling power

was too close, forcing him to kneel.

The peerless arrow he shot was on its way to kill Darren and Elsa.

But at that very moment, another miracle unfolded.

In the endless illusion, a massive hand pierced through the void, grabbing Darren and Elsa, and

vanished.

"Welcome to accept the assessment of Sword Intent Cliff!"

A godlike voice coming from the heavens roared in Darren's mind.