Chapter 1520 Time To Upgrade

"That was close..."

Darren sighed in relief. He had thought he'd get hit by the dark gold light.

Studying the scene before him, Darren found that the Twelve Great Witchers seemed to be using some healing method unique to their race. They each held each other's hands, as though in a trance.

"My real body, I've also come in,"

the Rule Soul Avatar finally said to Darren while the Twelve Great Witchers were busy healing their injuries.

"Good." Since the Rule Soul Avatar could come in, Darren felt even more relieved. "Rule Soul Avatar, how about we kill the Twelve Great Witchers now?"

"Absolutely not," the Rule Soul Avatar quickly responded. "It's too risky. Besides, they might be of great use to you. Don't harm them for now."

"Okay," Darren conceded.

Actually, Darren didn't know what these Great Witchers' purpose was—whether they'd be hostile to the human race or not. For this reason, he never really considered them as enemies.

If they were doing all these things for the sake of the human race, then what they did was forgivable. After all, it was impossible for the whole human race to take the risk of their race being annihilated for the sake of Darren.

As the Twelve Great Witchers were busy recovering, Darren took this as an opportunity to study the situation at hand.

He could sense faint yellow godly energy of the Archean Age, as well as the strange aura of the witcher race. However, as Darren concentrated, he found that this kind of witcher aura was much older than that of the Twelve Great Witchers before him.

It was said that the real witcher race originated from the Archean Age.

Crack.

All of a sudden, Darren felt that something within his body was breaking.

"Oh, no! My realm seal is about to open!"

Just now, Darren had received the hatred of the chief god's projection, so his cultivation level was rising again. The seal placed by the Twelve Great Witchers was about to collapse.

The Twelve Great Witchers also broke out of their trance, as though they too sensed this.

"Darren, hold on," the leading Great Witcher said in a hoarse voice. "We can't move until four hours from now. Otherwise, our bloodline will be in danger."

"Uh...alright..."

Darren stiffly sat down, scared to make any sudden movements.

Fortunately, there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the relic. Otherwise, if it poured into Darren's body, he wouldn't be able to handle such powerful energy.

After two hours of sitting there motionlessly, he found something stirred in the distance.

He saw a row of

ondensed again and rushed towards Darren first.

Whoosh!

Darren reacted instinctively and flew into the air.

Just when he thought he'd put enough distance between himself and the skeletons, sickles slashed towards him from out of nowhere.

"So fast?"

These black-robed skeletons seemed to have crossed space!

Darren brandished his blade. The second it collided with the sickles of the skeletons, Darren felt his body was attacked by a strange force.

"Ouch!"

Darren howled in pain. This felt even worse than being tortured in the Flaming Hell! Darren's vision blurred and he grew dazed in an instant. As far as he could remember, this was the worst pain he had ever suffered.

With just one confrontation, Darren was rendered unfit to fight. He fell from the sky.

Crack!

Several thunderbolts appeared and forced the skeletons to retreat a few meters backward. Then, endless Attack Laws descended and shattered many black-robed skeletons, leaving piles of bone shards.

Still, Darren plummeted to the ground.

His impact was so intense that his body left a crater in the earth. Darren was in so much pain that he couldn't gather his bearings; he felt as though every fiber of his being was on fire.

Seeing Darren motionless on the ground, several skeletons in black robes rushed over quickly to finish him off.

Whoosh!

A figure in white suddenly landed in front of Darren.

"Xavier! You indeed have made it in!"

The Twelve Great Witchers had expected this.

Quickly, their spiritual sense flew out and forcibly poured into the body of the Rule Soul Avatar, locking him in firmly. This way, even if the Rule Soul Avatar hid again, they would be able to pinpoint his location.