Lord Of Martial Arts

The Rule Soul Avatar didn't care at all anymore, as he no longer needed to hide.

The skeletons in black robes attacked him, but he was not Darren. He was a powerful rule cultivator and any of his attacks could prove dangerous to them.

Powerful laws burst out one after the other.

He might not be able to kill these things, but he was able to at least obstruct them for a while longer.

The Rule Soul Avatar was in control of the situation now, so the black-robed skeletons were unable to attack and soon the Twelve Great Witchers had recovered.

They all got to their feet, the black robes flowing in the breeze. They murmured in an obscure ancient language.

Powerful Witcher Power flew out and poured into the bodies of the black-robed skeletons. They screamed horrifyingly and froze in the air, unable to move.

They could not be killed, only suppressed.

"So, you finally decided to show yourself," one of the Twelve Great Witchers said as they landed in front of the Rule Soul Avatar.

"Save my real body first, and then we'll talk," the Rule Soul Avatar said indifferently. He was helpless against the witcher poison in Darren's body, and there was almost nothing he could do to slow it.

"No," refused the leader of the Great Witchers.

He had no intention of treating Darren.

They wanted Darren to die. But before that, they needed to cut the connection between the Rule Soul Avatar and Darren's soul.

Cutting the connection would take about ten months.

This meant that the poison would not kill Darren in ten months. Which in turn meant Darren would have to endure ten months of torture from the poison.

The Great Witchers weren't bothered by that prospect in the slightest.

"Do you honestly think you can take me without saving my real body first?" asked the Rule Soul Avatar with an icy derision.

"I'm afraid that's not up to you. Restrain him," commanded the leader.

They began forming an array in an attempt to suppress the Rule Soul Avatar.

The twelve streams of Witcher Power turned to green chains that darted at the Rule Soul Avatar.

The Rule Soul Avatar disintegrated without hesitation and hid in the space.

But the Twelve Great Witchers were well prepared for that. The witcher sense had been placed on the Rule Soul Avatar, so he could not escape anyway.

"Oh, no! He didn't add the Resurrection Force to himself."

The Twelve Great Witchers were shocked. They knew a lot about

He had already taken the consequences into consideration. There were two possibilities.

The first was that when the poison was transferred, he would then suffer extreme pain and Darren would wake up.

The second was that the poison would spread endlessly and he and Darren would suffer the same fate of terrible pain, and no one would wake up again.

Despite the great danger, the Rule Soul Avatar still thought it was worth the risk.

This was the only way he'd be able to achieve an unimaginable breakthrough. Only once he improved and grew stronger could he save his real body.

He pondered it a while longer before he released a silver light from his silvery eyes into Darren's body. He forced the light to grab hold of a small amount of poison and mixed it into his own blood.

A sharp pain pierced through him when it entered his bloodstream.

But his Spirit Power was strong, such pain was not enough to cause him to pass out.

The result of the experiment was soon revealed. The pinch of poison spread through the Rule Soul Avatar's body and slowly began growing.

It seemed he would now suffer the same torture his real body was going through.

However, this result still gave the Rule Soul Avatar hope!

Why was that?

It was because if the poison was to grow, there must be a new Law of Witcher Poison added in, and he could then analyze and find the source of the poison.

Whoosh!

While fighting through the pain, the Rule Soul Avatar mobilized his silvery eyes to observe the poison coursing through him.

It consisted of tiny silk threads that were hard to see even with the silvery eyes.