CHAPTER 794 LITTLE TURTLES

Two minions were reporting to the Roc Demon Emperor in the easternmost area of the Lothlann

Continent.

"We have found Darren. He is going to enter the Raksa Sea."

"What? Okay." The Roc Demon Emperor, who was standing in the hall, was thrilled with the news. His

eyes were filled with demonic aura.

Darren was a new rising talent of the human race. Now that Darren had chosen to oppose the Roc

Demon Emperor, the only option was to kill him.

'Since Mathew and Hanson chose you, I will kill you to give a heavy blow to the two losers. Ha-ha, ' the

Roc Demon Emperor thought to himself.

He shouted, "Thirteen blood shadows, come out!"

Thirteen streaks of blood appeared as soon as the Roc Demon Emperor's roar shook the palace.

"Listen up! I can't enter the Raksa Sea. So I must send you to kill that brat. Make sure you bring his

severed head to me! Do you understand?"

The thirteen orbs of blood mist accepted the order simultaneously.

"Very well. As he has a companion who knows the Spatial Rule, take the Shackle Divine Weapon. With

this weapon, you can lock space within fifty kilometers. Then kill that brat, too."

At the same time, a pagoda-shaped object was thrown into the hands of the blood mist closest to the

Roc Demon Emperor.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The thirteen streaks of blood mist disappeared.

"Your Majesty, what if the thirteen blood shadows are no match for the two human brats?" an old

monkey beside the Roc Demon Emperor questioned.

"Don't speak nonsense! The thirteen blood shadows withstood several attacks from me. They are

capable of killing the two brats."

"Yes, yes. You're right, Your Majesty."

In the center of the Lothlann Continent, a phantom wandered in front of the Dragon Holy Land.

Gradually, he approached the door of the forbidden area.

Buzz.

The forbidden area trembled, and a frightening spooky aura filled it.

The phantom stopped in front of the door as it couldn't go any further. Intense Witcher Power guarded

the entrance.

Inside the forbidden area, in the middle of the blood pool

None of the twelve witchers noticed a drop of blood flying out of the boiling pool silently.

With a whir, the drop of blood passed the barriers and finally escaped through a gap in the door.

This was Darren's drop of blood essence that the first fiend ancestor acquired when Darren entered the

forbidden area a long time ago.

Now it finally came in handy.

Buzz.

The air vibrated, and the drop of blood essence gradually turned into a human form.

The phantom moved forward and merged with the figure formed by the blood essence.

His skin slowly turned from gray-black to normal.

"Kill that human and refine his blood essence." A metallic voice rang in his mind.

"Yes, Master."

As he turned, the figure's face and breath appeared similar to Darren's. This material belongs to .

The ancient smell of the Raksa Sea permeated through the space.

"Ah, a familiar scent! It has been a while since I was last here."

As the Water Kylin had grown up in the Raksa Sea, returning to his hometown was a refreshing

change.

"Dead dog, as you are familiar with the Raksa Sea, take us to the herbs.

By the way, have you sensed any extremely powerful breath?" Darren asked.

"Ahem, the last time I was here, I was very weak. I didn't dare to go to many places. Many creatures

were much stronger than me..." the Water Kylin said in embarrassment.

"You piece of junk." Finley rolled his eyes.

"Finley, I have put up with you for a long time. You'd better not be so arrogant, or I will beat your pig

head!" the Water Kylin said fiercely.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Finley ground his teeth and glared at the Water Kylin.

"Well, if you want to fight, then come at me. I have awoken again. Don't you believe that I can beat

you?" challenged the Water Kylin as anger coursed through him.

"Shut up!" Darren roared. "You guys argue all day long. Dead dog, when I told you that Finley had died,

you cried for three days and nights. Are you really so annoyed by him?"

Hearing this, the Water Kylin got goose bumps.

"You know what? I cried because I was happy to hear that he had died. Ha-ha."

Finley's anger dispelled when he heard this. Suddenly, he fell silent.

"Let's go. The herbs are the most important thing right now." Finley was the first to break the silence

that had settled.

"Ha-ha, are you afraid of me?" The Water Kylin laughed.

Slap!

Darren slapped his head and said, "Why are you still standing here? Just be quiet and follow us."

"Ahem." The Water Kylin scratched his head and followed Darren.

They wandered across several deserted islands for many days. But they didn't find the medicinal

materials that they needed.

"Burial Spirit Flowers, Darkest Grass, Poisonous Insects, and leaves of Equinox Trees... What the hell

are these? I haven't heard of any of them." Finley was irritated.

"Master, we have been searching on land for these herbs. What if they grow at the bottom of the sea?"

the Water Kylin suggested.

"Well, that's a smart suggestion. Flowers, grass and trees don't necessarily grow on land only. Let's

search the bottom of the sea for them."

"Ha-ha, I'm so smart, right?" He squinted at Finley, but Finley ignored him and flew into the sea with

Darren.

The water in the Raksa Sea was as cold as ice.

All kinds of plants were affixed to the seabed, and many creatures swam in its murky waters. The trio

had never seen these creatures before.

"Wow!

It tastes good. It smells good too..."

The Water Kylin was busy eating. Some of these delicious plants and creatures were his favorite foods

since childhood.

After a while, no one dared to swim near Darren and the others. The Water Kylin had consumed so

much that his belly was swollen.

"Oh, I'm so full. Wait a minute! I haven't seen this kind of turtle before. It must be delicious."

The Water Kylin grabbed a turtle with strange textures on its back and bit it at once.

Bang.

"Fuck! My teeth broke!" The Water Kylin was about to cry as the turtle's shell was so hard that several

of his teeth had shattered.

"You deserve it," Darren remarked grumpily.

"Let go of me! You want to eat me, bitch? You want to die?" a young and arrogant voice said.

"Eh, the little turtle can speak?" The Water Kylin blinked rapidly with disbelief as it glared at the turtle

curiously.

Crack.

The turtle suddenly moved at a strange speed and bit the Water Kylin's nose. Instantly, blood began to

flow profusely.

"Fuck! You're courting death!"

Enraged, the Water Kylin slammed his hands around the turtle.

To his surprise, the turtle wasn't injured.

Both Darren and Finley were curious now.

"Humph! You want to kill me? Rubbish," the little turtle stuck his head out of his shell and said

disdainfully.

"Your shell is unbelievably hard!" The Water Kylin was surprised.

"Let me help." Finley smiled blandly and forced a rule force toward the turtle.

"Oh, no! Why am I unable to go inside?" The little turtle panicked when he could not get into his shell. If

he were hit by that kind of force now, he would surely die.

"Continue with your arrogance." The Water Kylin was all smiles at the little turtle's plight.

Slap!

In the next instant, the Water Kylin slapped the little turtle's head.

"Alas! Heroes, I was so blind that I didn't recognize you! Please forgive me!" The little turtle cried.

This scene reminded Darren of the time when he met the Water Kylin for the first time.

"Stop hitting him," Darren said as he walked closer to the creature.

"Sweetie, how long have you lived here?" Darren asked.