Lord Of Martial Arts

Before he knew it, four hours had already passed.

Meanwhile, the demonic aura in the old man's body was about to dry up. He was on the verge of death as all his flesh and blood had rotted.

"Alas!"

The old man glanced at Darren's motionless form and sighed. He had hoped that he would be done by now.

He had no regard for his life. All he wanted was to protect Darren—it didn't matter if he perished in the process.

It saddened him that he couldn't protect the young man at the end of his life. In just a matter of minutes, the demonic aura in him would be used up, and the mutated descendants would rush over and smash the young man to death.

"You're going to die, old man. Are you not going to relent? You fought for your survival all these years. Do you still believe that it's worthwhile making such a meaningless contribution?" one of th

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demonic aura suddenly rolled over from the side, which enveloped both the old man and Darren.

The aura descended and the mutant who was approaching his target was left with no other choice but to withdraw his attack.

The natural rule prevented them from touching the most primitive and sacred aura from the demon god's corpse.

"What the hell?!

All of you should just go to hell and rot in there!"

the mutant cursed again, enraged that his target was untouchable yet again.

"You stupid pieces of shit! Do you want to die for that old man?! All of you are nothing but useless and miserable creatures!"

The old man, who was already at the death's door, shed tears mixed with blood from his two sunken eyes.

"You... Weren't you against protecting this young man earlier? Why did you save me?" the old man weakly stated in between sobs.