Chapter 875 Battle Among The Corpses

Briefly, there was an uncertain glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

Trying to shake off a headache, Darren opened his eyes—not that there was anything he could see.

"Where am I?"

Though his eyes were of little use in the dark, he had other ways of finding that out; he unleashed his spiritual sense. After spending a moment probing his surroundings, he found that he was in an enormous cave, one that stretched dozens of kilometers in every direction.

The whole place was silent and devoid of life. Aside from Darren, nothing so much as breathed.

In a way, though, he wasn't alone. There were many, many dead bodies.

His spiritual sense detected them easily.

'What is this place?' Darren wondered. 'These seem to be the corpses of the senior holy warriors.'

There was a great variety to them. Many were humans, but many others were of races Darren had never seen before. Most of them seemed to have been dead for many long years. There was little left except their bones, the tatters of their garments, and weapons or armors if they had any.

Darren speculated that these corpses must have been collected from all over the world by the Space-time Palace.

The purpose of that palace was to resurrect dead warriors in order to expand its own strength.

Taking some time to explore, Darren flew about the cave, choosing several corpses to examine more closely. There was an uncanny power that fluctuated around them, somehow altering the flows of time. It was strange, as though time itself had become a living entity, quietly shifting and moving about before Darren as though watching him. But really, the feeling was impossible to describe.

'Are these people left here because of the failure of resurrection?' Darren guessed.

He continued his investigations, inspecting what felt like thousands of corpses. In the course of it all, two in particular caught his attention in a special way.

'These two corpses exude a strong aura of ancient times, and the aura of thunder punishment, ' he observed silently.

Upon sensing the auras, he knew instantly that the two had once been tribulation holy warriors of ancient times.

Curious but careful, Darren released his blade and sword intents, hovering them over the remains.

He wasn't quite ready for what happened next.

There was a swirling whoosh, as of a sudden gust of wind.

Then a current of lightning, the color of blood, flashed from one of the bodies. It illuminated Darren's macabre surroundings for a split second, and a potent crackle of thunder bounced against the distant walls of the cave.

"What was that?!"

Darren was more than a little impressed. This person had surely died tens of thousands of years ago, and yet the thunder punishment aura that clung to his bones could still summon lightning.

What was even more interesting was that Darren had seen the same blood red lightning before.

This incident reminded him of the first lord of the Mythological Palace. The holy emperor with red hair in the portrait had released blood red lightning to punish an old man with his remaining spiritual sense.

'It is rumored that the first lord of the Mythological Palace was extreme

to be a pushover.

"Good! Use your greatest power!" bellowed the black-armored man with bloodthirsty enthusiasm. Once again he hefted his halberd, and arcs of lightning roiled up and down its length.

Darren transformed into a shadow and flew towards the black-armored man.

Blade and halberd collided in slashes and sweeps, parries and thrusts, and the clangs of steel filled the air.

Power shook the cave, and the bones of long-dead warriors rattled and clattered about.

The two combatants exchanged blows yet again, until the black-armored man rammed Darren in the gut with the blunt end of his halberd.

Glowing red, Darren sailed over the ground for a moment like a shooting star until he smacked into the wall of the cave.

Though he was careful not to show it, he was shocked by how this fight was going. The physical strength of this four-tribulation junior holy warrior was beyond his imagination.

After several exchanges of blows, his blood was surging, and he knew this was going to be one tough fight.

"I must admit that you are not as weak as I thought you are," his opponent called to him. But the loathing and arrogance in the black-armored man's tone made it clear that his words were meant as anything but praise.

Scoffing, Darren got to his feet. Withdrawing his Shura Force, he walked toward his foe. "You're not too bad yourself, becoming a holy warrior after surviving the tribulations. But that's nothing to be proud of. You are only a four-tribulation junior holy warrior. After I have cultivated on the path of surviving the tribulations, I'll be able to kill you in no time."

"What?" blurted the man in black armor.

The next moment, though, he gave a mocking laugh.

"Don't even think about trying to survive the tribulations! You are just dreaming, little man."

The way he saw it, there were no words more ignorant or childish than what Darren had just said to him.

'He has entered the Holy Realm by comprehending the Holy Will, ' the black-armored man thought. 'But now he believes he can cultivate on the path of surviving the tribulations? That will never happen.'