Lord Of Martial Arts

The Twelve Great Witchers finally came to the decision to enter and formed a star radiance array, chanting in an ancient and obscure language.

Green flames danced in their eyes as countless runes swished around them.

It didn't take long before the magma beneath the ground was lit by the glow of the green light.

Their hands moved faster and faster until they were nothing more than a blur to Darren and he could not see their movements clearly. As it stood, powerful and weird Witcher Power was going to envelope the black sphere and there was no stopping it.

Boom!

The boiling magma began rumbling like an earthquake about to create a tsunami of lava. It began rolling and surging until it broke through the ground and bubbled through.

Thousands of streams of lava erupted into the void all at once. Thick plumes of smoke billowed out and covered the entire area, turning it to a hellish landscape.

The blaring noises quickly attracted the attention of some powerful abyss creatures.

"We need to hurry. We've been spotted by those powerful creatures."

The Twelve Great Witchers exchanged looks of acknowledgement, they knew what they had to do. They had to increase their Witcher Power in order to open the door leading to the inner section of the black sphere. They needed this done as soon as possible.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

A massive hoard of powerful creatures could be seen in the distance, stampeding toward them. They all wanted to know what was going on here.

"This is bad. If we go on like this, we will attract the attention of that master as well."

Although the Twelve Great Witchers were indeed powerful, they were still not powerful enough to take on the chief god's projection. If they were detected, he would not doubt whip and fling them out.

The Witcher Power became more violent and crashed into the surface of the black sphere, completely wrapping its surface.

Suddenly, a huge shadow flashed out of the sphere; it was a shadow of a skeleton in a black robe, holding a sickle in one hand.

Whoosh!

The shadow swung the sickle over the Great Witchers, who hurriedly gathered their Witcher Power to block it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With this, and being attacked by the black aura on the sickle at the same time, the array of the Twelve Great Witchers almost collapsed.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Underground, the first batch of the abyss creatures that was making their way over to investigate had arrived.

On the frontline were three pangolin-looking monsters with spikes all over their heads. Their auras were quite clearly not weak, at least on par with the masters of the top level of the Deputy God Realm, like Todd.

Darren's heart sank as his hope began to fade. If the Twelve Great Witchers were taken out before they entered the ball, he would follow closely b

; the other powerful creatures that had gathered could not take it either. They crawled across the ground trembling or scrambled away desperately, trying to escape the intense force. A few seconds later, the entire place had been emptied, as if an autumn wind swept through, taking all the withered leaves away with it.

They would not dare risk bearing the anger of the one with the pair of dark gold eyes.

Darren had already launched hundreds of attacks in a row. His god's power was already depleted.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Finally, they seemed to have done enough and the huge shadow collapsed under the impact of the Witcher Power and Darren's black god's power.

At the same time, the sphere cracked and a door slowly opened.

Darren was so anxious that it seemed as though the door took ten thousand years to open.

But it was already too late! The chief god's projection's attack was already rushing at them.

Crack.

The enchanted barrier was destroyed effortlessly, shattering to tiny shards.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The golden patterns on the Twelve Great Witchers' black robes seemed to come to life.

The gleaming golden light turned to countless runes that condensed into a huge shield, protecting the Twelve Great Witchers.

Boom! Boom!

The first dark gold light exploded and covered the golden shield in cracks streaking across it and causing the Great Witchers to spew out green blood as it hit.

"Let's go!"

The Great Witchers' bodies twisted and morphed into twelve green lights, rushing towards the black sphere's crack with Darren.

Bang!

The golden shield exploded and all the magma from underground erupted, destroying the earth for millions of kilometers around.

"Ah!"

A frustrated roar rang out in every corner. The chief god's projection was furious. The damn Defiant Master had slipped right through his fingers once again.