Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 581 Crisis Of The Forbidden Areas (Part Two)

His dilated pupils stared at the sky for a long time, and the corner of his lips went higher.

"I am coming for you, my real body!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Inside the hall, deafening cries came through and pierced the depths of the sky and mountain.Green flames were kindled in the eyes of a withered man in black robes.

"His descendant is coming.”

A witcher's dry hand trembled.

"Go and report to master.”

The deep and cold voice entered in the ears of the witchers assembled in the hall. The group ofwitchers in black robes looked at each other and flew into the deepest cave.

In the middle of the cave, the blood pool kept rolling. A blood-red hand was continually scratchingto try and break through the restriction.

Twelve powerful witchers stood around the pool and started unleashing their Witcher Power. Theywere trying to suppress it with all their might.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The bloody hand sensed the bloodline force outside and started shaking in excitement.

Those twelve strong witchers seemed to be exhausted. Some of them were forced back because ofthe extreme flow of energy, but they continued to suppress it. Sweat beads started forming, and thebones of their hands felt like melting. They could barely contain it.

At this time, the group of people in black robes also released their Witcher Power to help. Thefurrowed eyebrows of several witchers released. They were soon able to take constant breathswithout feeling pressure on every part of their bodies. The extra energy seemed to send a wave ofrelief into the witchers' hearts. With their combined efforts, they nearly suppressed the blood hand."What is coming?" After the episode, a powerful witcher started taking long breaths. His voice wasdry and trembling.

"It's his direct descendant.”

"No, it's his real body's blood."

The assembled witchers carefully checked the aura outside. Soon, the realization dawned in theirhearts, and they trembled like a dried leaf. Green light sparked in their eyes.

"Well, maybe it's time. However, even if one of the fiend's body parts breaks free, the humans in theSacred Palace can still suppress it. There's no need to be too nervous.”

Another witcher shook his head. "The space passage is sealed. No one from the Sacred Palace canenter this world." This witcher knew the outside world too well. It would be impossible for humansfrom the Medium Spiritual World to enter the Bottom Spiritual World. What to speak of suppressingthe fiend?

Hearing this, all the witchers became silent. They lowered their eyes, and some even started rackingtheir brains to think of a possible solution.

For years, their only duty was to protect the forbidden area. The situation, however, was so reversedthat they didn't have a clue on what to do anymore. Everything they were obsessed with was aboutto fall apart.

Cruel and bloody future was approaching, but there was no holy emperor in this world. Who hadthe power to fight against the fiend?

"Is it really his blood essence outside?" a witcher asked.

The Powerful witcher nodded. "Yes. But the blood-essence body is not fully developed yet. Rightnow it is blood-thirsty and cunning. This is perhaps happening due to the insufficient Witcher Powerof the witcher ancestor.”

"Don't worry. Let us do what we can.”

All the witchers in black robes remained silent. They sat around the twelve powerful witchers tokeep up their final suppression.

Outside the forbidden area

The blood-essence mutant stopped for a moment. He sensed a strong and familiar aura from theforbidden area; he could feel his real body summoning him. He closed his eyes and somethingflashed in front of him.

All he could see was blood and bones on the ground. Humans and mutants were fighting eachother to death. The corner of his lips curled up as he saw the scene of destruction.

He looked at the blockade in front of him, and crinkles formed around his nose and eyes because ofhis dark smile. The blood-essence mutant's legs took one step after another toward the blockade.The first layer cracked and shed into dust. The same thing happened to other layers as he continuedwalking straight. The blockade outside could not stop a person with fiend bloodline, but instead,they could only suck them in. And this was how Darren managed to enter back then.

The blood-essence mutant could not care about the collapsed blockade. He just walked ahead witha faint smile still glued to his lips. Once he reached the blood pool and transferred the bloodline tothat blood-red hand, the hand would gain a surge of power. The witchers would no longer be ableto suppress it by then.

Half of the blood-essence mutant's body was already through the gate made of runes.

"Roar!"

A cold dragon roar echoed behind him, and he stopped in his tracks. Before the blood-essencemutant could do anything else, a cyan dragon flew toward him and attacked with its claws. Thepointed nails were piercing through his shoulder. Blood gushed out from the wound, but thedragon wasn't done with him yet. It grabbed the blood-essence mutant's shoulders with its clawsand pulled him out. The blood-essence mutant was eventually thrown into the air.

The blood-essence mutant stared at his opponent, and blood rushed on his face.

He gripped his fist tight as he roared at Scott with his red eyes.

Boom!

Someone released a strong dark gold internal force that attacked the blood-essence mutant. Dustrose in the air, and they heard a chilling voice of blast.

Bang! Bang!

The blood-essence mutant dodged the blast and gritted his teeth as he prepared himself for theattack. His dark eyes flashed, and a blackish fog started to emit from his body. Layers of demonicinternal force emerged from his skin. He looked at Darren with his cold eyes as the force beganpenetrating the dark gold internal force.

There certainly was a massive gap between the strength of the two sides.

The blood-essence mutant's aura was darker than anything Darren had ever seen. Darren was surethat the mutant had the power of a seven-star grand warrior, at the top level

The blood-essence mutant's face turned red with anger, and throbbing veins popped in his neck. Hecoldly looked at Darren and rushed at him in a flash.

When Darren's eyes landed on that ferocious face, he froze on the spot. His mouth hung open."How could it be you? How could it..." Darren's mouth twisted as he mumbled to himself. He justcould not believe it.