Chapter 1461 A Hometown Fellow From Lothlann Continent

The gray figure landed a swift slap on the back of the Rule Soul Avatar.

The sheer contact with his atoms made the Rule Soul Avatar shudder in place; the feeling of his meridians shattering upon bearing the brunt of the violent force raised alarms throughout his body and caused him to disperse himself immediately.

He reduced himself into several minuscule specks of light, frolicking in the space above to remove himself from close range with the gray figure.

"Nice try. But you still can't run away from me," the gray figure said condescendingly.

He was well aware that the Rule Soul Avatar wasn't dead, but used a special method to disintegrate himself, attempting to deceive him.

With a confident smirk plastered across his face, the gray figure pressed his palms forward, causing the space surrounding him to collapse. He was planning on completely erasing the existence of the Rule Soul Avatar.

As space collapsed under the intense pressure, the light spots that dominated the surroundings with their brightness dimmed down, slowly losing their vitality.

The aura of the Rule Soul Avatar gradually dissipated until it wasn't felt anymore.

The gray figure raised his head to stare into the distance, widening his search radius. His thirst for blood was insatiable. Now that he got rid of Darren's avatar, Darren was going to be his next victim. With his mind made up, he propelled himself into the air and dashed towards the Second Dangerous Area.

Determined to escape, Darren and the others flew with all the speed they could muster up. Without wasting a moment, they transferred themselves the minute they reached the transmission array.

"Roland, where are we? What is this place?"

The city they landed in appeared to be densely populated, bustling with people walking on the street.

"This is Zone City, the territory of King Juan. He is one of the Five Kings. It should be safe for us to stay here."

More than half of the Chaotic Region was now the property of the Five Kings, who had consentingly divided the territories among themselves to avoid disputes. Only some barren parts were occupied by small forces.

The Five Kings were the strongest masters in the Chaotic Region. The most levelheaded and content one of them all was King Juan. He only stressed over the patch of land under his rule without caring about expanding it and avoided indulging himself in unnecessary wars.

Upon the revelation, Darren was thrown off into silence. He had two reasons for entering the Chaotic Region, the first being rescuing Yolanda. The second being him conquering a territory under his name after formally entering the Chaotic Region.

But the terms in which he had entered the city was different than what he had initially imagined. He was on the run from powerful warriors, who were desperate to end his life. The fact that all he could do for now was hide instead of putting his plans into play made him feel aggravated.

But sizing the odds of the situation he was in, it was in his best interests to hide and lay low for a while. If he were to fall into the hands of his enemies, he might never be able to

in case you didn't hear me properly the last time. Fuck off!" Keeping his guard up, Roland shouted, headstrong on protecting Darren against involving himself in potential risks.

Signaling Roland to stop, Darren raised his hand. Then, he turned to the two men and spoke. "Fine. I'll go with you."

Still unsure, Roland's lips parted slightly to voice his concerns, but he remained silent instead, choking on his words.

"Thank you, sir. Come this way, please."

The two men escorted them to a small transmission array.

Soon, Darren and Roland were transported to a mountain. A flat ground opened up for them to step on, and they noticed various houses of ordinary architecture built across the landscape.

Soon, they were greeted by a figure who flew over in their direction and planted himself in front of Darren.

Without uttering a word, the man scanned Darren from head to toe and nodded convincingly to himself.

"Who are you? Why did you want to meet me?" Darren said indifferently, cutting straight to the chase.

In response, the man smiled warmly and said, "Darren, I am from the Lothlann Continent. We are from the same hometown. Since we're meeting each other in a foreign place, it is only right for me to invite you over for some drinks and maybe have a chat."

Sure enough! He was from the Lothlann Continent.

Hearing his welcoming tone, Darren's expression relaxed. "You must be my senior then. May I know your name?"

"I don't see the point. I'm a nobody."

"Sir, you are being way too modest. Those who can come to the Primitive Wilderness are all peerless talents," Darren said, honestly.

The man nodded slightly and said, "My name is Todd. You must have never heard of me, isn't that right?"

Once he heard that name echo through his ears, Darren was left frozen in place.

This name had a deep influence on him!

Who was this man?

He used to be one of the protectors of the Lothlann Continent, known as Todd, the God of Sword. Because he had destroyed the avatar of the Dark Immortal Master, he broke into the Primitive Wilderness in the past.