Lord Of Martial Arts

Everyone was badly hurt because of the devastating impact.

"Darren, are you okay?" Lord Feng quickly asked when he saw Darren's pale face and tattered body.

"Not that bad," Darren replied with a nod.

The eleven Great Witchers immediately flew over and released a strong healing power to Darren, Lord Feng, and Lord Starry Sword. In just a moment, their wounds got healed, and they recovered their strengths.

"Darren, you are amazing. You are only at the middle-level of the Superior God Realm. But your combat ability has already surpassed the top-level Deputy God Realm masters." Lord Feng praised Darren heartedly.

"You're better than Finley and I when we were young," Lord Starry Sword also said affirmatively. He was beside Darren and Lord Feng.

They were right. Darren's current strength was equivalent to that of Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng when they were at the peak of the Superior God Realm back then.

If Darren reached the top level of the Superior God Realm, his strength would be very close to the current strength of the two lords. And if he stepped into the Deputy God Realm one day, it would be hard to imagine how strong he could be.

"I guess, when you break into the Deputy God Realm, you'll be next to Heath," Lord Feng said after thinking for a while. Lord Starry Sword nodded silently.

"Maybe. Let's wait and see," Darren said and also nodded.

It was only Lord Feng's calculation. But maybe by that time, Darren's real combat power would be much higher than expected. After all, no one knew how powerful the Chief God Character's prototype could be when it fully developed.

If Darren could survive this time, then it was expected that the human race would welcome a supreme god who surpassed all supreme gods in history in the future.

"But the battle right now doesn't look good. The ascetic cultivators are in a weak position," Darren added with a sigh.

He raised his head and looked up. In the deep sky, Heath and the group of ascetic cultivators were still fighting. But they were already showing some signs of retreat.

Meanwhile, inside the Ancestral Land.

All the top human masters had gathered in the square in front of the divine palace. The ancestor was silently standing in front of them.

"Ancestor, three thousand Dark Bloody Shuras, and millions of Shuras from the Flaming Hell are in less than eight hundred million kilometers away from our west entrance."

"Ancestor, the Twelve Holy Sons of the Dark Angel race, are leading millions of troops. They are approaching our north entrance."

"Ancestor, the bloodsucker race has also made a move. An army under the leadership of the eighteen Bloodsucker Princes is marching towards our direction right now."

The bad news that came one after another made all the human masters fall to silence.

Top masters from various races were leading the

reathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were able to revive their ancestor. If he was killed by that sneak attack, they would be doomed. Without their core leader, the human race would definitely collapse faster.

"Void Guards, kill the ancestor of the Takal Bird race right away!"

As soon as the ancestor recovered, a god's sense was transmitted into the deep sky. All of a sudden, there was a majestic surge of god's power there.

Then under everyone's gaze, terrifying space cracks spread through the deep space, and a group of dark gold armored warriors walked out. There were twenty-four of them.

Rawr! Rawr! Rawr!

An earth-shattering roar reverberated throughout every corner of the human land. Then the sky collapsed because of the turbulent god's power.

"Damn it! How can a humble human have the soldiers of a chief god?

This can't be happening. No!"

An unwilling and resentful roar was heard from the deep void.

Then a figure covered with flames streaked through the sky and fell on the ground of the human race.

Whoosh!

The human ancestor chased after that figure and rushed into the depths of the earth.

Boom! Boom!

Countless gullies spread out, and scarlet magma shot straight into the sky.

A few moments later, the ancestor had returned with a purple hawk head in his hand.

Obviously, he killed the ancestor of the Takal Bird race.

The ancestor of the Takal Bird race was the first ancestor of a race who died after hundreds of millions of years in the Primitive Wilderness.

"Ancestor, we have bad news. The fiend race and the Dark Angle race have joined hands. More than half of the eight hundred ascetic cultivators have already died."

The bad news was like a sharp sword that pierced through the hearts of the human masters. Even the ancestor suddenly looked older than a moment ago.

Everyone could tell that the situation was getting worse.