Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 584 Escape (Part Two)

Hell-for-leather, the blood-essence mutant half knelt in front of Darren. He looked up at him in horror, unable to believe that Darren thwarted him at once.

"Human, you are so powerful,” the blood-essence mutant hollered.

"No, you are too weak,"

Darren replied calmly, looking down at the frustrated mutant.

Though it seemed to be that Darren was sardonic, he was, in fact, not mocking the blood-essence mutant. In all truths, Darren felt that the mutant was weaker than he thought.

Even when Darren had just reached the Grand Realm, he would be able to defeat him

In other words, as far as his skills in combat were concerned, the blood-essence mutant was just as powerful as a seven-star grand warrior at the beginning level. Specifically, the mutant couldn't even reach the middle level of a seven-star.

"Weak? You think I am a weakling, huh? Then let me show you how strong I am!"

the blood-essence mutant roared, and the demonic internal force on the surface of his body exploded. The power resisted Darren's blade and sword intents that were looming around him. "He does make some improvement, but it's still too weak!" At the sight of the mutant's show of power, Darren shook his head. He could tell something was not right.

Kill!

The brutal air from the sky made by the mutant caused the world to tremble with fear. How could they resist it now? Darren was caught in a quicksand of possibilities and did not know how to get himself out of it.

In the demonic monster domain

Outside the Fire Cave, where the entire place was almost shattered, on fire, wrecked and ruined, a young man was trembling in fear.

The young man had just broken through the siege of the Blood Dragon, and his body was scarred— all red and bloody.

Just when he was about to hunt down the blood-essence mutant, he suddenly knelt on the ground, shaken on his knees, reeled, and jittered.

"No! You shouldn't have come out!"

the black-armored young man shouted unwillingly towards the sky.

In the sky, a man was midair, and it looked exactly the same as him. The only difference was, the man in the air was covered with blood red scales, and he threw a cruel sight at the young man that knelt on the ground.

"Forgive me, my real body."

After saying those words, the young man in black armor, trembling like a child who had made a mistake, couldn't help himself from turning pale and sweaty.

"There are no conflicts between us. Just let me live. Let me live,"

begged the young man in black while joining his hands in a praying-like gesture.

In the Void Holy Land

"I am the leader of the Sacred Palace. Darren, can you hold on for another day? We will gather all the power and break through the space to come and face that fiend.”

At this moment, another face appeared in the sky and addressed Darren.

Anxiety was written all over that face, but the superiority in his aura made Darren want to give in. Darren knew without hesitation that the man was a warrior of the Holy Realm.

"No, I can't,”

Darren replied shortly, on the spur of the moment.

Weighing things out, Darren knew that diabolical aura from the fiend was no weaker than the aura from the leader of the Sacred Palace. There was no way Darren could resist the fiend at all.

This was just the escape of one arm of the fiend's first ancestor. Its next goal was undoubtedly the other seven forbidden areas. Once the eight pieces went into one, even the person who became the holy emperor would have no choice but to die.