CHAPTER 659 THEY HAD NO CHOICE

Darren and his companions observed for a while before quietly retreating.

"Darren, how about we try to find another way?"

Darren shook his head and said, "We have no other way. Although these rule cultivators are here now,

they can't stay forever. Sooner or later, they will take action."

"That's right. We should watch them. Once they move, we will follow them."

After their discussion, Darren and the others concealed their aura and stopped at a safe place about

ten kilometers away from those rule cultivators. Every day at the same time, they sent a man to check

the situation.

Soon, a month went by. Finally, the people from the Divine Mountain Sect took action.

"They have put away the palace and moved west," said the person in charge of the investigation that

day.

"Did you see how many people there are?" Darren asked.

"There are at least fifteen rule cultivators. They carried a palanquin that flashed with some runes when

they left. I suspect the leader of the Divine Mountain Sect, Jordan, is inside it. He is a holy rule

cultivator."

"A holy rule cultivator?" Darren was surprised.

"It is said that he calls himself a holy rule cultivator. But his real level should not be in the Holy Realm."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that." Darren was relieved. If the opponent were a Holy Realm rule cultivator, it

would be challenging to deal with him. Even if Finley had a holy body, he wouldn't stand a chance in a

fight with a Holy Realm rule cultivator.

"Let's see what they plan to do."

Darren and his companions followed the rule cultivators secretly for a few days.

The people from the Divine Mountain Sect marched with their captives, the elders of some other sects,

till they finally arrived at their destination.

This place should be a black desert, as well. But for some reason, the desert had burned red and Belongs © to .

turned into a sea of sand and fire. The heat radiating from it was almost unbearable.

The people of the Divine Mountain Sect stopped at the edge of the Sea of Sand and Fire.

"Make the array,"

a commanding voice ordered from inside the palanquin.

The remaining rule cultivators, including the old man in the black robe, stepped forward.

Runes gleamed on the rule cultivators' bodies. A moment later, several beams of light fell from the sky

and danced in the air.

After four hours, the light curtain condensed into an ark that floated above the Sea of Sand and Fire.

"Jordan, I have no bad blood with you. Why did you capture me?"

a young captive shouted toward the palanquin. There was a powerful aura about this youth.

"You and the leader of the Heaven Lake Sect will find out later," the man in the palanquin mocked.

"Do you know what will happen if you dare lay a finger on me, Jordan? Our sect will destroy your

Divine Mountain Sect!" roared another middle-aged man with a powerful aura.

"Ha-ha, if I didn't dare to hurt you two, why would I have captured you?" the person in the palanquin

sneered.

Darren and the others lurked in the distance and watched silently.

"They are indeed the heads of the Crimson Sea Sect and the Heaven Lake Sect. They have been

caught."

"Never mind. Check out that ark. It seems like they will use the ark to leave. What should we do?"

The Sea of Sand and Fire was a scorching place, and anyone's flesh and bones would burn the

moment they set foot in it.

"If they want to cross the Sea of Sand and Fire, we have no choice but to find another way out."

Hobson frowned.

"There is no other way out. And staying here is equivalent to waiting for death," someone said bitterly.

Darren kept silent and thought about what to do next.

After a while, Darren narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go there."

"To the Sea of Sand and Fire?" They were all surprised.

"No. We should go to the people from the Divine Mountain Sect," Darren said, calmly.

"What? Do you have a death wish?"

"I don't think we have any other choice. After we reveal ourselves, they won't kill us immediately. Let

them take us as slaves and put us on the ark. After that, we will have to improvise a bit. This is our only

choice. There is no other way out,"

Darren explained. The best course of action now was to stay close to these rule cultivators.

The others glanced at each other as they contemplated their options.

"We should listen to Darren. Being a slave is better than being trapped here."

"Let's go," Darren said before flying forward. Soon, the others followed.

"Look! Someone is coming."

People from the Divine Mountain Sect sensed Darren and the people following him.

"Catch these idiots!" After detecting the aura of Darren and his followers, one of the Divine Mountain

Sect disciples flew over without the least sign of vigilance.

As soon as the disciple reached Darren, he made many strange runes with his hands. Then, the runes

wove into a large net that covered Darren and the others.

Of course, Darren and the others didn't resist even though they knew that they could easily kill this

disciple if they worked together.

"Sir, we have captured these minions. What do you think we should do with them?"

Darren and his companions were taken to the front and presented to the old man in the black robe.

"They are weaklings. They are no use to us. Just kill them." The black-robed man did not even look at

Darren and the others because he felt that they were of no use to him. Thus, there was no need for

them to exist.

"Yes." Two rule cultivators walked up to Darren and his people.

Their expressions changed as their plan wasn't going as they had thought it would. Now, not only were

they bound, they were unable to defend themselves.

Darren was calmer than the others. He had foreseen this reaction. He also knew how to survive.

"Hold on, sir. We have brought treasures for you," Darren shouted.

"Go to hell, you little bugs! What treasures can you have?" Lightning snakes surfaced and entwined

around their arms as the two rule cultivators moved closer to Darren and his followers.

"Wait!" The elder in the black robe ordered.

This was a forbidden area, and it was full of opportunities. He thought that these men could be telling

the truth and that they had found some treasures.

"What is it? Give it to me. Be quick about it!"

Using his spiritual sense, Darren removed a Holy Will Crystal from his space ring.

"Give it to me." The eyes of the old man in the black robe brightened when he saw the crystal. Then, he

ordered his people to take it.

Once in his hand, the old man's fingers ran over the crystal. He smiled.

"It's a Holy Will Crystal of a junior holy warrior!" he blurted out, which shocked the crowd, including the

man in the palanquin.

The palanquin door opened, and a short figure stepped out.

He approached the old man in the black robe, who immediately bowed and handed him the crystal.

"This guy is Jordan? He's a dwarf!"

"Fuck! As a small man, he makes a big wave! I'm going to kill him when I get a chance,"

an elder from the Crimson Sea Sect muttered softly.

A pair of eyes fixed on the elder.

The elder was transfixed by the sense of oppression released by the eyes.

The look chilled him to the bone, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Cold sweat burst out

across his whole body. The eyes were terrifying as they seemed like demons who wanted to swallow

him whole.

Then, the elder lowered his head and dared not to look at the dwarf again.

A cruel twist grew on Jordan's lips as he grinned with satisfaction. At the next moment, the elder's face

contorted with pain. In a flash, his body dissolved into light spots and disappeared.

"He can kill a man with his eyes?! " Darren's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't tell if the dwarf used his

Spirit Power or not!

"Sir, what do you think we should do with these bugs?" the elder in the black robe asked respectfully.

Jordan didn't reply. He simply glanced at Darren and his followers as he did with the elder he'd just

killed.