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Wisps of the rule silk threads were embedded deep into Darren's soul.

This kind of rule silk thread had already been comprehended by Darren's avatar, so it was unnecessary

for him to try and comprehend it again.

Apparently, these rule silk threads were the rules originating from the Dark Force and Primitive Fighting

Force that the avatar comprehended in the simulated battle from moments ago.

Darren tried to trigger the black symbol and the reddish war spear inside his elixir field. The spiritual

energy of heaven and earth poured into his body and quickly transformed into two kinds of different

power.

"It is now several times faster than before!"

With his current speed, Darren estimated that he could use the Shura Force once in ten days.

If he could speed up any further, he'd be able to use the Shura Force at his own will!

It was as powerful as the power of the Conflicting Cultivation. If he could use it freely, it would be hard

to imagine how terrifying of a sight would it be.

The two holy emperors were still fighting as the Rule Soul Avatar stayed by the Dark Emperor's side for

a while, pretending to withstand the attack of the powerful emperor with a long spear. And after a while

the avatar took the powerful emperor's side and attacked the Dark Emperor instead. The avatar

comprehended and deduced every move of the two holy emperors perfectly.

Witnessing this, Darren stood in shock because of his avatar.

The Rule Soul Avatar was so powerful that he could even imitate the battle between the holy emperors.

His silvery glittering eyes constantly radiated similar silvery light, examining everything to capture the

two kinds of rule silk threads that Darren needed among the hundreds of millions of rule silk threads

floating in the space between them.

The void continued to produce cracks and the avatar was smashed to pieces again and again.

After one month, Darren was surprised to find that the avatar could almost withstand the holy

emperors' attack more than one round in the simulated battle. More often than not, he could even fight

with them up to three or four rounds!

For a long time, Darren was far too stunned to calm himself down after watching such a scene unfold.

Apparently, his Rule Soul Avatar was now capable of competing against the holy emperors.

Massive rule forces condensed into numerous thunderbolts, aiming solely towards the Dark Emperor.

The eighteen runic towers released a ferocious aura as if they were coming from some parts of the

Darkest Hell.

Boom!

The void collapsed, the cracks getting bigger and wider as it swept everything away.

With two forces colliding, the avatar's thunder was weakened, but only a little. The avatar was not

completely smashed to pieces until several rounds of fighting were completed.

Having fought fiercely for a month, both the Dark Emperor and the emperor with a spear were wounded

and were far from powerful as before.

"Primitive Emperor, if it goes on like this, none of us will be able to defeat one another. Allow yourself to

show me your trump card and let us see who truly is the stronger between the two of us," the Dark

Emperor muttered coldly, a fit of Dark Force spreading out which was capable of killing an ordinary

senior holy warrior in an instant!

"As you wish," the so-called Primitive Emperor roared with a mocking tone at the end, waving his long

war spear into the air which then divided itself into eight large ones instead.

The eight spears were red all over and their powers were as strong as that of the Hiram the Great's

halberd.

On the opposite side of the space, the Dark Emperor's eyes darkened. It seemed that there was a

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He reached his hands out, and immediately eighteen runic chains were connected to the eighteen runic

towers surrounding him.

A deep cut suddenly emerged into the air, from which it rushed out eighteen figures, falling separately

on the runic towers.

The eighteen figures were extremely mysterious in both their own presence and their sense of power.

Clank! Clank!

As the eighteen runic towers inched forward, the space continued to crumple up and then spread out

like thousands of ripples.

The eighteen runic towers became nine with every two merging into one.

"Darkest!" The Primitive Emperor roared, his eyes glinting as he gritted his teeth.

"With your eight primitive spears, did you think I am inferior to you? Come on!" the Dark Emperor

mocked.

A bleak Dark Force blotted out the sky, while the extremely powerful Primitive Fighting Force breaking

out completely at this very moment.

The eight red spears charged at the Dark Emperor in the most ordinary trajectory. The nine runic

towers also dashed towards the Primitive Emperor.

The two emperors transformed into lights and fought against each other with their palms.

At this moment, the avatar didn't bother to join them.

He focused his silvery eyes, deducing something quickly before this battle reached its end.

"Ah!" All of a sudden, the avatar let out a cold roar as the void began to collapse around him.

After a while, he squatted down in the air with his head being covered in his arms, his face twisted in

pain.

Darren frowned. He could figure this out at first sight that the soul of the avatar was badly hurt as he

had infused his rule soul into the avatar prior to this.

"Avatar, don't push yourself too hard to deduce anything. If your soul explodes, I'll be as good as dead.

Everything you did up to here would be for naught," Darren demanded through his spiritual sense.

"Puff, this is too complicated." The avatar raised his head, looking better than just a few seconds ago.

"Got it, I have to go. Otherwise, if he comes, he'll probably suppress me with that kind of force."

The icy voice of the avatar and the enormous rule information rushed into Darren's soul at the same

time, giving him almost no time to react.

"He? Who is it? Is there anyone here other than us? Someone who can defeat you?"

After his inquiry, Darren realized that he had asked such a stupid question. Absolutely, the avatar was

referring to the old man.

"A survived emperor, just watch out!" The avatar still bothered with a reply nonetheless.

"I'll hide in the rules from now on and will only appear for your soul crisis."

"Alright, go ahead."

The figure of the avatar gradually dissipated and proceeded to merge himself into the rules.

As soon as the avatar disappeared, Darren felt a cold gaze sweeping over his entity for a while before

vanishing into thin air.

In the battlefield, the two powerful holy emperors were fighting at the moment of life and death.

When the eight blood-red spears collided with the nine runic towers, the void was destroyed due to the

explosion power.

The two holy emperors were dripping in their own blood.

At this moment, the Primitive Emperor had become insane, rushing towards the runic towers

desperately and hitting them down one by one.

But weirdly, his palm shadow didn't hit the towers even a little bit. On the contrary, he had been

enveloped by plenty of Dark Force.

"Shura Force."

The Primitive Emperor grinned wickedly; his whole body turned blood-red, giving out a strong fit of the

Shura Force.

"Primitive Emperor! You crazy man, you're courting for death!"

"It is indeed a matter of life and death. What do you mean?"

Blood light poured like a torrent of water.

"Well, well!" As the Dark Emperor howled, a large shadow floating behind him.

The shadow was dark green all over, exuding a strong aura of life.

Seeing this, a hint of despair flashed through the Primitive Emperor's eyes. But at this critical moment,

he had no choice but to carry his long spears and sprint along the blood light.

"Howl!"

The nine runic towers transformed into a shadow like a Demon God, rushing themselves into the blood

light together with the Dark Emperor.

The sky above was splendid and several stars on another sky even fell down. Darren couldn't even

look at them, terrified as if he would be destroyed with merely one sight.

Before Darren could watch the last scene unfold, all the things had disappeared all of a sudden.

The void restored to its original calm state without any cracks.

After all, it was nothing more than an illusion.

"What have you gotten?"

Hearing the old and dry voice, Darren opened his eyes. It was not until then that he realized that he

was in a grass field in front of a thatched cottage and rather than in a void witnessing a battle between

two powerful emperors.

"Sir." Darren looked at the figure covered in the mist and nodded slowly.

"Good. Do you recognize who I am?"

Darren wanted to say no, but on second thought, after checking the old man's aura, he understood

immediately.

"You're...Primitive Emperor..."

As the mist around the old man dispersed in that very moment, Darren saw an old face.