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

"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.