Lord Of Martial Arts

This news made Darren and the others uneasy.

The land of the humans was exposed and the other races had already mobilized for their attack. The beginning of darkness was upon them. If war broke out, whether the human race won or lost, the result would be tragic.

Only a master like Heath would be able to stop the outbreak of war. There was at least some comfort in that Heath and the human ancestor would be able to protect the human race if war was to ensue.

Now though, only the ancestor and some ascetic cultivators remained guarding the human land. Once the top masters and ancestors of other races made their way here, the humans would definitely suffer a devastating blow.

"What should we do, Starry Sword? Should we inform Heath?" Even Lord Feng was not entirely sure of what sort of action they should take.

"No," Lord Starry Sword said flatly.

"Why not?" Darren asked confused. The human ancestor had asked them for help, why would Lord Starry Sword not want to tell Heath about this?

"The result will be the same whether Heath gets involved or not. The trials the human race is facing are not limited just to the attacks of the other races. What we really should be focused on holding off is the chief gods' spiritual senses," Lord Starry Sword said in response.

"I suppose that does make sense." Lord Feng nodded and continued, "Even so, we should still let Heath know of the ancestor's request. Let him make his own decision."

"Yes, that seems right," agreed Darren. "Heath is not just the ancestor's student but his friend as well.

If he learns of this, it may affect his judgment and then he'll definitely decide to come back. But that's not the best option. If we stay here to help Darren go through the tribulation, the human race may yet survive, however slim the chance might be. This is our best option," Lord Starry Sword explained.

Both Lord Feng and the Great Witcher thought this seemed a reasonable approach.

As things stood, the human race's crisis could only be solved if Darren successfully survived the tribulation. The reason was quite simple. If Darren could survive, it would mean he must have found a way to avoid detection by the chief gods, and they would be unable to locate the real human land through their spiritual senses.

"Perhaps it is best if we do not tell Heath. After all, the situation is not optimistic here."

Lord Feng raised his head. Deep in the sky, thousands of projections of the Kil

launched their strongest joint attack.

The sword and spear seemed to have fused into one, with the attached god's power a kind of pale yellow that he had never seen before.

At the same time, Darren added all his strength to the fight. The dark gold god's power, the ice and fire god's power and the black god's power all mixed together. He attacked quickly with the perfect connection fighting method.

This was Darren's most formidable attack.

The chief god's projection roared with a hint of fear.

Darren's attacks were more than he could bear.

But Darren wouldn't give the projection the chance to dodge. Darren pushed harder and focused more. His attack was truly swift now.

Crack!

The projection's head cracked, and a blood red crystal was flung from it. A faint chief god's spiritual sense emitted from the crystal and attached to the chief god's projection.

The projection's terrifying aura suddenly increased by nearly half.

His large golden palms extended towards Darren and the others in front of him.

Their three attacks clashed with the big palms of the chief god's projection.

The world seemed to go quiet as they collided.

The dazzling light that beamed off obscured everything as three figures were shoved away by violent waves of god's power. They looked like small boats being tossed around by massive waves. They seemed so fragile.

The projection's body was covered in cracks that ran all across his body, created by the force of several extremely powerful god's power. Dark gold light began streaming from each crack.

Boom! Boom!

The chief god's projection exploded into nothingness.