Chapter 774 Loneliness

"Ah!"

Darren roared out.

He stood proudly in the air as his loud roar blew up mountains and rivers.

"I'm invincible," he murmured to himself.

Soon afterwards, he walked towards the void.

Stars fell as the void collapsed. Darren was exuding a godlike aura, invincible and transcendent.

But after a while of marveling at his newfound power, Darren suddenly felt hollow.

He had discovered that there were no other living beings in the world aside from himself. He was completely alone.

In an empty world, what use did he have with being strong? He felt like an ant.

Once Darren calmed down, he realized that everything would be meaningless in such a lonely world.

"You lied to me! I didn't get through this!

Everything is an illusion, a delusion!"

Darren's blood boiled in anger. He began madly striking at the ground with dark gold internal force.

With each dark gold internal force surging out, millions of kilometers of the earth was obliterated, not even leaving any dust behind.

But it was useless. The world was endless. Even with Darren's current strength, he could not break through it.

Trying to destroy the world would be a futile attempt.

"Come out!"

Darren fumed as he furiously searched around him for the beautiful phantom.

But no matter how hard he yelled and roared, the whole world just fell into silence.

The river of time seemed to skim over his heart. Darren felt as if a million years had already passed under the endless withering loneliness.

Over the course of a million years, he had first been in a state of madness, then eventually fell into meditation while he cultivated. At last, he got back to being insanely deranged when he could not sit still.

It was an unceasing cycle until he became old.

"Time, space and power—they are all meaningless."

After countless years had gone, he gazed at the eternal setting sun in the sky, contemplating how he had become a lonely old man.

"A long time ago, I lived in a beautiful world. There were flowers, grass, morning mist and the beautiful scenery of dusk. There were numerous happy creatures there. Some were busy and some lived a peaceful life.

You know what? I almost forget their faces, except their laughing and swearing, which often echoed in my mind..."

The old Darren murmu

e void, and the rule forces were condensed in his hands one after another.

Thousands of tremendous buzzing came.

Rule forces dispersed to all directions and got entangled with the sword intent.

As powerful and experienced Darren was, the power still shocked him.

The bright light pierced through the space. The space was torn apart as if it was just a piece of paper. The destructive aura spread out from it, disturbing countless living beings from the outside.

Swish!

After the attack, Luther suddenly appeared in front of the avatar and stabbed him in the heart.

Buzz.

A sword spun rapidly before the avatar's heart akin to a small tornado.

The frightening sword intent rushed into his body like silk threads.

"What!

You have no heart?"

Luther exclaimed in shock. For powerful warriors like them, missing one blow was the biggest weakness. As he was distracted, a palm shadow loomed over him and hit his head.

This palm contained the Destructive Force and more than a thousand kinds of rule forces. It violently shook his head, making blood burst out.

The next second, the avatar pierced at Luther's heart with his palm.

"Stop! Don't kill him!" Darren intervened through his spiritual sense.

"But why?" The avatar was confused.

"He's a human. He's very strong." It was the only reason Darren could think of.

The avatar's silvery eyes flashed. He had a difficulty seeing through Darren's mind. But he did what Darren had told him. He drew his blood-covered fingertips back from Luther's heart.