Chapter 974 The Murder

One thousandth of the remaining Primitive Fighting Force was fatal to Darren.

With Darren's current cultivation base, he couldn't withstand it.

In the blink of an eye, Darren's palms began to crack. Soon, his bones shattered, and his flesh melted as the Primitive Fighting Force flowed along his arms.

"Ha-ha, that guy is going to die!"

"I thought he was a skilled warrior. Now, it appears as though he is going to be smashed to pieces."

At that moment, Darren stared at his arms with disbelief. Horror coursed through him at the thought that he was doomed.

"Resurrection!"

A cold and ruthless voice suddenly echoed in Darren's mind.

Then, a strange force cascaded through Darren's body. It dispelled the threat of death and infused life into every inch of him.

Darren's arms recovered at visible speed and the Primitive Fighting Force that was threatening his existence vanished.

"It's my avatar!" Darren was overjoyed. He knew who had saved him as only his avatar could use the Resurrection Force.

"My avatar, have you come into the holy emperor's tomb as well?" Darren used his spiritual sense to communicate with his avatar.

"No. I need more time. Just now, my spiritual sense infused with the Resurrection Force reached you. Are you all right?" the Rule Soul Avatar replied.

"Yes. Thank you for your assistance," Darren voiced his gratitude.

"You are welcome. But there is no need to be so formal. After all, we share the same soul. You must be careful in the future. As we are not in the same space, it is extremely difficult for me to help you. I'm afraid that I won't be able to save you a second time," the Rule Soul Avatar explained.

"I understand."

Then, the Rule Soul Avatar's spiritual sense dissipated.

Darren remained unharmed despite Aven's attack.

This surprised everyone. Only a brief moment ago, Darren had been on the verge of death, but a strange and strong aura had suddenly appeared and helped him regenerate. This was amazing.

"He must have concealed his strength!"

"Yes. It's the only explanation. Otherwise, how did he recover so soon?"

"It seems that he is not as simple as he appears to be."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves as they felt that they had underestimated Darren.

"This guy is stronger than I anticipated, and the aura he released is quite strange as well. Judging from its power, it would take me a lot of effort to resist it," Yusuf, the patriarch of the tribe, muttered softly.

He couldn'

en if he continued to cultivate, there would be no benefit for him. The disturbance thus presented Darren with the opportunity to take a break. He decided to fly out and investigate what had happened.

As soon as he exited his stone house, Darren saw people discussing something intensely.

"Patriarch, please seek justice for Jamie. He was cut into dozens of pieces by that bastard!"

A woman cried as she fell to the ground.

The patriarch standing in the middle of the crowd looked ghastly pale.

"Ray, what information did you get? Did a member of the Dark Tribe kill Jamie?" Yusuf asked a thin young man, who stood beside him.

"Yes. My poor Jamie died so miserably," Ray, the thin young man, replied as he closed his blood-shot eyes and suppressed a sob.

"Humph!" Yusuf snorted in anger.

"The Dark Tribe has gone too far! How dare they send masters to kill the backbone of our tribe?! I would not be a competent patriarch unless I take revenge!" Yusuf remarked coldly.

"Ray, did you find out who killed him? Which master is responsible?"

"Well..." Ray froze when he heard the question. He seemed reluctant to reveal the culprit's identity.

"Don't worry. Just tell me," Yusuf urged.

"Okay." Ray nodded before he continued, "According to my gopher friend, he saw a human teenager, who rode an ape, kill Jamie."

Ray could obtain accurate information because he had a special skill that enabled him to communicate with all kinds of beasts. That was why he said his gopher friend had witnessed the young man kill Jamie.

Darren, who was standing behind them, was reminded of a man when he heard Ray's description. Could it be Yahya?