Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1385

"Brother, do you know where Mother is? I miss her so much," the little straw girl sniffed as she asked. It was evident that she was overwhelmed by sadness when she thought of their mother.

"I don't know."

"Humph! You know, but you won't tell me," the little straw girl grumbled. After a moment's pause, she asked, "Do you think we cannot see her?"

The straw man remained silent. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he gazed into the distance.

"Bro, is there something that I can do for you?" Darren could tell that the straw man who had followed him knew something.

"My name is Wind, and my younger sister's name is Rain. Don't call me bro. I don't like it," Wind remarked flatly.

"Well. Wind, what happened to your mother?" Darren nodded and asked.

"You can leave now. I don't know my mother's whereabouts. Besides, it's none of your business," Wind replied in a dull and cold voice.

"Uh... Okay." Since Wind didn't feel like speaking, Darren dropped the idea of asking more questions. After all, he was just curious, and this matter didn't concern him.

"Then, I'll see you later," he said.

Darren collected the colorful flag with one hand and lifted Sewell's head in the other before setting out for the battlefield where Finley and the others were.

The battle was still raging when he arrived.

The two sides had suffered tremendous losses. When Darren glanced around, he noticed that there were only six cultivators left in Sewell's team. Over twenty cultivators had been killed on Eallard's side.

"Kneel and surrender!"

Darren stopped midair and roared.

His voice echoed like thunder. It was so loud that everyone could hear him over the noise of the battle. Shocked, both sides stopped fighting and looked in his direction.

"It's Darren! He is back. Finally!"

"What's in his hand?"

"Ah, it's Sewell's head!"

The cultivators in Eallard's team were overjoyed to see Darren holding Sewell's head. The warriors who followed Sewell gasped, and their faces turned pale.

With mouths agape, they peered at the object in Darren's hand. Sewell had lost? It was such a shocking incident that they could hardly believe it. How could a middle-level Celestial God Realm like Sewell lose?

They couldn't accept it, but when they saw the colorful flag in Darren's hand, despair coursed through them.

"You! You killed Sewell!"

"How could it be possible? How could he die?"

"Don't be frightened, everyone. This guy must have used some trick to kill Sewell. He doesn't have the fighting power to defend against us all. Let's kill him together!"

The six men didn't surrender as Darren had expected. On the contrary, they believed they could kill him, and thus, took the initiative to attack.

"Humph, don't overestimate yourselves,"

Darren muttered as he remained motionless. Simultaneously, he released a violent sword intent.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

The powerful sword intent terrified the six hostile cultivators.

"Retreat!" someone shouted, but it was too late.

The sword intent sliced through the cultivators, leaving gaping wounds on their bodies. For some, the injuries extended deep into their bones.

With one move, he had hurt all six of them.

Even Eallard and his companions were stunned. They hadn't seen Darren for a while. Why did he look like a different person? And when did his sword intent become so strong?

Meanwhile, Finley and Darren's other friends couldn't wait to fly over.

"Wow, Darren!"

"Boss, you are so fierce! Six in one move? Have you broken through to the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm? Incredible!"

"Darren, you are so powerful. This is great!"

They were overjoyed and couldn't contain their enthusiasm.

"We'll talk later. Let's deal with these despicable people first."

The cultivators, who had been injured by the sword intent, trembled in midair. As soon as the toxin invaded their bones, the unbearable itching began.

"Spare... Spare my life...Please!"

"Darren, listen to me... I can explain..."

The six cultivators rolled over and begged. No matter how hard they tried, the itching feeling wouldn't subside. In a matter of seconds, they had scratched themselves till they were bleeding. And yet, the torment didn't end.

Eallard and the others flew over and looked at them coldly.