Chapter 1626 The Fiend Race Captured Humans

Darren and Fernando continued their relentless search, going through every crack and crevice to look for the mangy hen in the pitch dark abyss. She was Darren's only source to reach the Space of Belief.

As they trod along, Darren's mind was a cluster of many thoughts running rampant. Similar to a soulless husk, his feet moved forward subconsciously as he struggled to maintain his sanity.

Unable to shake off the feeling, his thoughts continued to haunt him, breaching his mind, taking over his existence. He feared the survival of the Rule Soul Avatar and the two Lords, who got left behind in the Archean age. Among other things, he wondered if his parents were still alive after the battle concluded.

As for Elsa, Jennifer, and his aunt, they were still in the small world. When he was in the Archean Age, Darren was unable to communicate with them or enter the small world. But when he returned to the Primitive Wilderness, Darren prioritized dealing with his parents' affairs above all else. Alas, he figured he could meet with them once he returned to the human land.

The dimensions of the abyss were never-ending. Attempting to find a trail to follow, Darren retraced his steps back to where he last encountered the mangy hen, but to no avail. It seemed that she had moved a long time ago, leaving no evidence behind.

"Of course, she left..." Disappointed, Darren let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head.

"Don't fret; we'll find her." Noticing Darren's low morale, Fernando pressed Darren's shoulder lightly with his hand, offering reassurance, attempting to raise his spirits.

"It's not that easy. We don't even know where she is," Darren repli

nterrogation with the fiend's master on their intentions with the human race.

After concocting several strategies in his head, Darren activated his fiend aura and transformed into a fiend.

After surviving the thunder punishment of the Conflicting Cultivation, his fiendish aura had also been enhanced. Considering that, he was able to turn into a great superior fiend, a position just below a fiend god.

Once ready, Darren made his way up the mountain, blending into his surroundings.

Soon, he was surrounded by all sides by several fiends who refused him room to move much further.

"This is as far as you go, buddy! State your name and purpose immediately," a superior fiend demanded.

"Humph! Out of my way! Inform your emperor and ask him to welcome me," Darren returned the superior fiend's berating tone with a piercing glare, releasing high reserves of pure fiendish aura.

Taken aback by the intensity, the superior fiends circling him staggered back a few steps. Their expressions told Darren loudly, eloquently, that they'd acknowledged his strength.

"Hey, buddy. Which emperor do you work for?" Of course, the next one to inquire was much more polite in conduct.

"Enough questions! I'm not in the mood for this blatant exchange of words. I didn't come here to be greeted with an interrogation from you lot! Call your emperor to welcome me, or I'll blow your brains out!" Maintaining his arrogance, Darren scoffed.

"That's about enough out of you. Don't be too presumptuous! All the great fiend gods who came to visit have shown great respect to his majesty. There's not a place for you to behave this atrociously, and tell us who you are!"