Chapter 851 The Commotion In The Forbidden Area

Standing in front of the crystal wall, Darren used his spiritual sense to pierce through its cracks.

He could only see an endless void behind the wall. Everything was completely dark and empty. The atmosphere was so still and undisturbed.

Darren marveled at this discovery.

He knew that this was a spiritual space created by his mind. But he could feel that it was real. He couldn't help but shudder at that thought.

As he tried to figure out what it was, a thought came up to him, unbidden. 'Does this space have something to do with the small world prototype I've developed?'

The memory of the last time he tried breaking through to the Holy Realm came back to him. Back then, he had comprehended the Reincarnation Holy Will and a little knowledge of the small world prototype.

'Or could it be my Assimilation Skill playing some part in this?' The thought also occurred to Darren.

After reaching the Genuine Domain Degree, the crystal space had come to its existence. It hadn't changed since then even though he had been assimilating many other talents for some time now.

'Never mind. It's no use guessing if there aren't any proof. I'll just keep an eye on this ancient spiritual crystal space next time when I use my Assimilation Skill.'

Upon reaching that decision, he turned his attention on comprehending the Holy Will.

Three months had passed.

And Darren still hadn't made much progress with the Holy Will. He was greatly discouraged by this and his spirits were low.

One day, Lord Donald sent someone for him.

Darren was led into a hall where Lord Donald sat. There was a grave expression on his face.

Before Darren could even bow and show his respect, Lord Donald immediately spoke up. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, Darren."

"What's wrong? Are the three clans challenging us? Or is the Space-time Palace causing trouble?" Darren inquired, worriedly.

Lord Donald shook his head. "No. It's none of those things. I'm afraid Auberon is dead."

For a moment, Darren feared his heart had turned to stone and was now sinking at the bottom of his guts. The words rang inside his ears, but his mind couldn't process what they meant.

"What?"

While it was true that Darren and Auberon's relationship weren't that close, he hadn't forgotten how he had rescued him from the number nine Badlands.

With the news of his death, the memories of what they had gone through poured into Darren's mind like a wave. Tears sprung up into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Auberon had been Lord Donald's most trusted law enforcer for many years. In those years, he had proved himself loyal to the lord, never once questioning or defying his decisions and commands. He was not simply a law enforcer, but he was also a friend in many ways. Losing him, Lord Donald was the one most affected by grief.

After a while, Darren finally composed himself and asked gently,

make a fine addition in my hunt list," he sneered.

Hanson only snorted at him with disdain. "We look forward to it."

Unwilling to talk to these inferior people, Chilton stepped back and flew back to his companions.

Darren drew his attention back to the black fog in front of them.

It had swallowed the entire sky in darkness. Silhouettes of ferocious beasts flashed here and there as the fog rippled, but they faded away eventually.

Three days had elapsed, but nothing unusual had happened yet.

As hours passed, its ominous aura had remained still and undisturbed, but everyone became more and more apprehensive.

"Darren, can you sense any fiendish aura inside it?" Matthew asked.

Darren shook his head. "It's strange, but I don't think the fog has any fiendish aura."

"I don't feel it, either," Hanson agreed.

Suddenly, a harsh sound clanged through the air.

The northern part of the black fog was surging wildly like dark waves.

"What? What's happening?" Hanson exclaimed.

"It's going after the direction of the three great clans!"

Darren and the others immediately followed the fog's direction. Soon, they found several senior holy warriors locked in battle against several beasts that seemed to have been borne out of the fog. However, Darren and the others couldn't see them quite clearly.

Amid the clash, a cry of terror pierced the air.

A senior holy warrior stumbled forward as if pushed by an invincible force. Blood oozed out of his mouth as he fell.

This shocked Darren and the others.

A cold gust of wind blew around them. Its icy aura stabbed at them, burrowing deep within their bones. Everyone shuddered.

"Get the hell out of here!"

the mightiest of the senior holy warriors shouted at them.

But another senior holy warrior only shook his head, smiling wryly at them as he dealt with the invisible force attacking them. "It's too late for them to leave now."