Lord Of Martial Arts

In the relic of the abyss, things seemed to be going well.

"Darren, we've received a few responses. Some human masters have decided to help you survive the tribulations,"

said one of the Twelve Great Witchers.

"Alright, but how would they enter the abyss?" Darren asked.

He had been thinking hard about his situation. This time around, it was too great a task for him to go through. All the masters knew that they stood to lose their lives in this battle. However, they still chose to help Darren. This moved Darren and made him feel incredibly grateful.

He knew that those masters were the ones who truly cared about the human race.

"You don't have to worry about it. We know how to get them here," the leader of the Great Witchers said, nodding at him reassuringly.

"Well, I hope that heaven would give the human race a chance," Darren sighed, all kinds of feelings welling up in his heart.

The Rule Soul Avatar spoke a few moments later. "When will they come?"

"With our help and their cooperation, it may take a few months. Darren, it's going to be a tough battle. Get all of your affairs in order before you take it on," suggested the leader of the Great Witchers.

Suddenly, the space in front of the leader of the Great Witchers shimmered, and several figures flew out. It was Elsa and the others.

"Darren! How I've missed you so!"

Elsa threw herself into Darren's arms. Jenifer, on the other hand, dove into the arms of the Rule Soul Avatar.

"Elsa, please don't cry. It's all my fault,"

Darren said, caressing Elsa's back. As she let out small sobs, he held her tightly.

"I must apologize to you all. We had no choice but to be unkind toward you before. I hope there is no bad blood between us," the leading Great Witcher said apologetically.

"What did you do to my husband?" asked Josie, her expression murderous.

"Please don't worry. Your husband is fine. He is still undergoing treatment. He will recover in a few months," the leading Great Witcher replied.

"Really? Don't you dare try to fool me!" Josie snarled.

"I speak the truth. We won't hurt anyone from the human race for no reason. We simply had no choice but to ask you to temporarily live in the Distorted Space. Your husband has been seriously injured. We have already started to treat him, but it will take some tim

herself to tell her daughter that he might never come back.

She had been telling her daughter that her father just went to the mountain to pick wild fruit to bring back to them.

"He's still looking for the biggest fruit for you. It smells sweet and tastes great. He won't be back until he picks you the most beautiful fruit of them all," the woman said, holding back a sob.

"But he has been there for a long time. Is it very far away?" the little girl asked, looking at her mother innocently.

"Yes, it's so far away. So very far away..." The woman couldn't help but turn around as the tears streamed down her face.

"Mom, I'm so scared. That weird uncle is coming again. Wah!" The little girl held her mother even tighter.

"Don't be afraid, Sunny. I'm here. Don't be afraid." The woman picked up the little girl and rocked her gently.

"Brother, if only you were here," the woman said, looking up at the sky. Tears welled up in her eyes once more.

"Ha! Auntie, you are so beautiful. I also want to be as beautiful as you someday," the little girl said all of a sudden.

The woman frowned. Who was her daughter talking to? She felt a chill run down her spine.

Whoosh!

She quickly flew into their room, put Sunny under the protection of the restriction spell, and headed back into the yard.

"What kind of monster dares come here? Get out!" the woman shouted angrily, wielding a divine sword in her hand.

"Mom, come here. They are here!"

Suddenly, the little girl's voice rang out from their room.

The woman was stunned.