Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 1548 More And More Difficult

A horde of blood-red creatures had materialized in front of Darren, and each of them contained a

terrifying killing intent.

For a moment, Darren felt uneasy. Their appearance had been too sudden.

Instinctively, Darren slashed with his sword through the air,

and a deep golden light followed the trajectory of the sword.

Three of the creatures died at once, their bodies sliced through by the sword attack.

'My dark gold god's power is truly powerful,' Darren thought.

He was slightly surprised. He had known that the power would be worth exploring, but he hadn't

expected it to have such a forceful and immediate impact.

As soon as three of their number fell, the remaining blood-red creatures sprang into action, rushing as

a group towards Darren.

Darren let out a primal, instinctive roar. The dragon-fiend power surged out from his body.

Under the impact of this new attack, dozens of the blood-red creatures collapsed, then burst into mist

and merged into the Killing Abyss.

"The power derived from the Dragon and Fiend Cultivation is not so bad either,' Darren thought, very

pleased with the results.

"Darren, I estimate that your fighting power is comparable to that of a master at the upper-level of the

Deputy God Realm," the Great Witcher told him.

He had observed Darren as he attacked, making an estimate about the current level of his abilities.

"Almost," said Darren, nodding. In fact, he had only casually attacked just now. He had yet to make full

use of all his fighting power.

He tilted his head for a moment, thinking.

Then he rose up, flying into the dark sky.

"Darren, why are you here?" called one of the ascetic cultivators,

who was caught off guard by the sight of Darren flying towards him. He couldn't get involved in the

battlefield here.

"I'm here to test my strength," Darren replied.

"No," said the cultivator without hesitation. "You must leave here right now. This projection has inherited

a bit of the real chief god's power. It is not something you can resist." Heath also noticed Darren, and

he flew to his side.

"All of you are here. I believe we can win the battle," said Darren, smiling.

With that, he sent a surge of the dark gold god's power from his sword and blade.

The power swept across hundreds of blood red creatures. Every single one died immediately.

The others were astonished. "I can't believe that you have the fighting power at the top level of the

Deputy God Realm!" said one of the ascetic cultivators, sounding overjoyed at this development.

It seemed that these blood-red creatures weren't capable of hurting Darren at all. He just had to avoid

fighting the chief god's projection head-on.

"You can stay here with us," said Heath. "Let's kill these creatures formed by the killing intent together,

and then the projection will appear."

"Okay," Darren agreed.

He fought alongside the other ascetic cultivators. Soon, tens of thousands of blood-red creatures had

been wiped out.

There was a deafening boom.

A dark gold lightning flashed in the sky, rushing towards Darren.

One of the ascetic cultivators reacted instantly. He rushed forward, holding out his hand, and a golden

god's power erupted from his palm. It collided directly with the lightning.

However, the dark gold lightning overwhelmed the power from the cultivator, who was forced to fly

away. Although he was strong, he was still far too weak to fight evenly with the chief god's projection.

"Come out and fight to the death," Heath bellowed, watching the lightning with cold eyes. He thought it

was contemptible that even the chief god's projection hid in the Killing Abyss and didn't dare to show

up.

After a moment, they heard a series of thumping sounds.

It was followed by a crash, like metal colliding with metal. Suddenly, a huge golden body emerged. It

emanated a fierce and powerful killing intent.

The chief god's projection appeared again, but he did not launch any attacks.

A tremendous wave of hostility swept across Darren, turning into the source power of improving his Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

cultivation level.

"Human beings, you are courting death."

Heath was not intimidated. "If you can beat me, then do it! Don't waste time talking nonsense," he

shouted disdainfully.

In response, the chief god's projection let out a stunning, ear-splitting roar.

As he tilted his face towards the sky, a crack appeared on his head. The inside of the crack was

ominously black, like a dark demonic abyss.

In that moment, there was a buzzing sound, and a dark gold light spilled out from the crack. Something

else was emerging. It was a multifaceted crimson crystal, with thirty-six sides. It flew out of the crack

and hovered above his head.

The chief god's projection continued to roar.

He seemed to be in pain. The sharp sound seemed to pierce Darren's soul.

"Damn it! He's summoning the Killing Chief God!"

The ascetic cultivators were shocked. For a few seconds they just stood still, staring at the roaring

creature. Then they came to their senses and rushed forward to attack the chief god's projection with

all their might.

With a bang, the god's power of the ascetic cultivators crashed into the dark gold shield.

The ground shook beneath them, but the shield did not break.

"Damn it! We can't let him continue," Heath said.

At that moment, he vanished. He reappeared instantly beside the dark gold shield. Mobilizing his

supreme power, he launched a fierce flurry of attacks on the shield.

Under the barrage, cracks began appearing on the surface of the dark gold shield. The chief god's

projection continued roaring, but he felt a trace of fear.

As he felt a sense of panic, his roars grew even louder, piercing through layers of space.

They heard the sound of thunder as something flickered brightly in the distance.

A massive lightning bolt, millions of kilometers away, had flashed in the depths of the far-off skies.

Thick clouds gathered in the darkness.

"My servant, can't you even deal with the humans?"

said a cold, calm voice.

All the ascetic cultivators, including Heath, felt their souls trembling at the chilling tone of that voice.

Their vision blurred, and a buzzing noise filled their ears. The aura of killing and destruction was

overwhelming. They felt as though some great weight was pressing down on them, suffocating them.

Was this the pressure of the chief god? The ascetic cultivators were shocked. The real chief god's

power was beyond their imagination.

The moment had finally come. They had to face the spiritual sense of the chief god!

With a heavy thud, the chief god's projection fell to the ground.

He almost seemed to be crawling, paying respect to the chief god.

"My Lord, these humans are despicable. Unfortunately, I cannot deal with them. I will watch with

pleasure as you crush them!"

said the projection in a raspy, metallic voice.

Streaks of dark gold lightning flashed again in the sky.

Without warning, the terrifying pressure disappeared.

Darren was tense, anticipating a fearsome attack. Could the ascetic cultivators resist the thunderbolts?

But the lightning didn't strike Darren and the others.

Instead, to their shock, the dark gold lightning coalesced in the sky, transforming into many huge and

terrifying creatures.

"They are also just the projections!" someone shouted.

The ascetic cultivators realized that the Killing Chief God had only released his projections. He hadn't

launched any attacks.

Heath exhaled heavily, unable to hide his relief.

"It seems that the Killing Chief God and the other chief gods haven't reached an agreement yet. He is

trying to stop the other chief gods," he said to his companions.

After a few moments, however, the ascetic cultivators began feeling a renewed sense of foreboding.

After all, although the spiritual sense of the Killing Chief God was not yet being used against them, they

still had to face the thousands of strong projections he had released.

There were too many of the projections. And each one was far more powerful than Heath and the

others.

"Is it possible that these projections could defeat us?" muttered an ascetic cultivator, sighing bitterly.

These thousands of projections were enough to match a real supreme god.

"Listen to me," Heath bellowed. "We will not be killed by mere projections. Let us fight them now!"

With that, he led the charge towards the projections. His supreme power was being mobilized to its

limit.

The projections all roared, the incomparably mighty sound filling the dark space around them. They

rushed forward to meet the attack of the humans.

At Darren's current level strength, he was no longer useful in this battlefield. He had no choice but to

retreat. Even Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword retreated along with Darren.

"The situation is not good," said Lord Feng solemnly. Lord Starry Sword remained silent as he watched

the battle in the sky.

"We have bad news," said a voice behind them.

Eleven Great Witchers flew up to them, landing beside Darren.

"What's wrong?" Darren asked.

"The location of the human land has been exposed. A large number of top masters of the Dark Angel

race and the Shura race are rushing to the human land as we speak," said a Great Witcher.

"The ancestor has asked whether Heath can return to the human land. He can't resist them alone."