Chapter 1177 The Fiend Village

Looking into the distance, Darren transformed into a fiend. Then, moments later, he flew to the place where the fiends took up residence.

It didn't take him long to locate some fiends. They had surrounded a scarlet bull and were trying to bring it down; however, the bull was too strong for them and two fiends were lying on the ground, dead.

Darren perched himself in the high branches of a nearby tree and observed them in silence. He saw that these fiends were very thin and bony. Their strength was at most equivalent to that of the warriors at the top level of the Super Emperor Realm in the Lothlann Continent.

Whoosh!

Once he was certain that there were no strong cultivators in the surrounding area, he leapt from the tree and flew towards them.

"Ah!"

the inferior fiends gasped when they saw Darren's figure land in front of them. Immediately, they dropped to the ground and trembled in fear, ignoring the enraged bull.

"Get up," Darren ordered in a low voice. Several fiends scrambled to their feet.

"Sir, the day for worshiping hasn't come yet. You..." a fiend began before trailing off. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

"I'm not here for that. My slaves and I will live in your village for a while."

"What?" The fiends all looked at each other with worry and confusion.

"Is there a problem?" Darren asked while he released a gush of fiend power behind him.

"No, sir. We would be honored to have you as a guest."

Darren nodded indifferently, then he summoned Carlisle and the others. They all appeared behind him and several fiends dropped to the ground once more.

"Human! Human!" Seeing Carlisle and the others, the inferior fiends trembled even more. It appeared that they were more afraid of humans than Darren who was in the form of a powerful fiend.

"What? These are only my slaves. There is no reason to be afraid."

"Yes, sir. This way, please."

Darren and the others began following several of the fiends as they hurriedly led the way into a dark brown fog in the distance.

"When we get to their village, I can kill them all by myself, master," Carlisle said through spiritual sense.

"Don't worry about that yet. Let's get there and see what we're up against."

It took four hours of walking before they reached an area that was spotted with stone huts.

There were many fiends walking among the huts and every one of them was bony, like a human skeleton, with black skin.

"Inform your village head to gather all the fiends here right now. I have something to say," Dar

or die," Carlisle growled.

"What's the matter? You don't believe me?" the old fiend asked, looking at Darren and Carlisle with begging, sad eyes.

"We can't trust anyone. Sorry," Carlisle answered for both of them.

The old fiend smiled bitterly. It was an ugly smile and at the same time, it was heartbreaking.

Then his face changed. He turned and walked past Carlisle, completely ignoring him.

Carlisle garnered his god's power and hit the fiend with the back of his palm.

"Stop!" Darren cried out, but it was too late. The powerful god's power had already shot out, enough to crush the old fiend.

However, something unexpected happened.

By the time it had reached the old fiend, the powerful force had disappeared in the air, leaving no trace.

"What happened? How did he do it?"

"No way!"

Carlisle could only stare at his back as the old fiend got further away. The fiend seemed powerless, so how could he dissolve his god's power?

'Was I fooled?' Carlisle couldn't help thinking. Did the old fiend took them there on purpose so he could imprison them?

At this time, even Darren had become a little flustered. He rushed over, trying to stop the old fiend from leaving.

However, the old fiend's figure began fading before his eyes and by the time he had reached the mouth of the cave, he had completely disappeared.

They all looked at each other uneasily.

"I think we've been tricked, master."

"By the way, our friend hasn't come back yet!"

The person who had said to check on the river had not returned yet.

Darren frowned. If this old fiend was so powerful, then why did he still play a trick to bring them there when he could just kill them all?