Chapter 759 The Phantoms Of The Ancestors

"Oh, crap!" Darren yelled.

The sight before him was enough to break through even his stoic demeanor. If the Dark Rule and the Primitive Fighting Force collided, Nate's body could be disintegrated outright.

There was a whoosh as Darren moved.

In a flash, he put himself before the black runes. His blade and sword intents surged, as did his dark gold internal force.

But the runes deftly went around the obstruction and continued toward Nate, barely slowing down at all.

"Damn it! I have to try to assimilate the attack."

Saying this, Darren activated his assimilation skill. The black stone in his head buzzed, and the flying runes reversed course, coming back and disappearing into his body.

"Well, that's good. It actually worked!" he remarked.

Normally such a gambit wouldn't have worked for him, and in fact he wasn't sure why it had this time. Perhaps the fact that the runes' owner had been dead for a long time somehow left them vulnerable to assimilation.

In any case, the runes were inside Darren's body, soaring and roiling about. Regathering his blade and sword intents, he took a moment to suppress them in his elixir field.

The black runes integrated with one another, forming a black esoteric symbol within the elixir field.

Darren was surprised. 'Have I discovered how to cultivate the Dark Rule?' he wondered aloud.

That, however, was a question for another time.

Leaving it alone for the moment, he went over to Nate and asked if he was all right.

"I'm fine, thanks to you," Nate answered with a sigh of relief.

"Then let's get going," his rescuer said. "You'll need to try cultivating according to the method I taught you, combined with your own understanding."

Nate nodded. "I understand."

With that, the two prepared to leave.

But that, of course, was not going to be so easy.

There was a terrific boom as a massive stone fell over the entrance of the chamber, sealing it completely.

"What's happening?!" Nate exclaimed, staring.

Darren was no less shocked, but said nothing.

A moment later they found that they weren't alone when three other figures appeared in the chamber.

"Darren! Who are they?" Nate asked, his voice shaking.

"Don't panic," Darren hissed, studying their adversaries. Even as he watched, the three slowly levitated off the ground.

In appearance, they closely resembled the three corpses from earlier, except that they were full-muscled and powerful, full of an eerie vitality.

The middle of the three, a fierce figure dressed in black, addressed Nate in a frigid, menacing voice.

"Young man, you have received your inheritance. But you must pass a test here, now, or else you will not be allowed to leave this place."

Nate shivered and struggled to master his voice. "What is the test, my ancestor?"

"It's quite simple," the one in black replied. "You m

direct hit.

Cracks spread across the chest plate of the phantom's armor.

"Damn it all!" he cursed as he backed off.

His two comrades were no less enraged.

"Enough of this, you whelp!" one of them shouted at Darren. "It's time we showed you our true power!"

Darren didn't answer, only meeting their frigid stares with his own.

Then the two cyan-armored phantoms attacked at the same time, blasting their Primitive Fighting Force at Darren.

Darren watched the attack roar toward him, gathering strength.

"All right—I'll use the Dark Force to fight you, then!"

Saying this, he released his spiritual sense, and the black symbol that had formed inside his elixir field lit up.

Then, streams of black runes rushed from his body.

The two energies met in midair with such an explosive power that even Darren was surprised. The room shook yet again, and flashes like scarlet lightning dazzled his eyes.

"You are strong indeed, outsider," the phantom in black said begrudgingly. "Perhaps we will need to use the Shura Force to defeat you, then!"

The mention of the Shura Force caught Darren's interest. Despite the danger he was in, he was interested in seeing this power in action. Simply reading the formula translated by Aaron could only tell him so much about it.

"Come on, then!" he goaded. "Let's see who's stronger: you with your Shura Force, or me with my dragon blood aura and demonic internal force!"

But even as he said this, Darren was transforming into his dragon form, his voice morphing to a terrifying, serpentine growl.

He took care to keep his height from exceeding ten feet. Otherwise, he feared he really would destroy the stone chamber in short order.

The mighty and cold dragon stared at the three phantoms.

In turn, the phantoms seemed undaunted. In fact, their eyes were as full of fury as ever. They wanted to see this fight through to its finish.