Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1542

Almost all those who wished to help Darren had arrived.

The group that had gathered were considered to be the strongest force of the human race, the foundation all hopes now rested on. Even so, Darren's chance of survival was still very slim.

"Let's get to it," suggested Heath.

"Why don't we wait and see if Xavier has comprehended anything at all and has anything to offer?" said the leading Great Witcher.

Heath frowned and turned to look at the Rule Soul Avatar. "Have you transferred the Destiny Law to him?" he asked.

"Yes, we have," replied the leading Great Witcher.

"We don't have time to wait any longer for that. The Destiny Law is so complex that it's impossible for him to comprehend it in such a short time," Heath said impatiently.

"Well then, let's begin. First, we have to deal with the tribulation for Darren's Conflicting Cultivation. When it's over, the chief gods' sense will penetrate through..."

"Are you ready, Darren?"

"Yes, I am." Darren nodded confidently but in truth he was more nervous than he had ever been. "Elsa, you and Aunt Josie should enter my small world before we get started."

"Okay," agreed Elsa. Her cultivation base was too weak for her to stay.

"Darren, take care of yourself!" Josie said, looking at Darren with tender concern in her eyes. She and Elsa then entered Darren's small world together.

"Kill him!"

A powerful killing intent swept towards Darren with speed.

The Defiant God Character's effect turned the killing intent into the catalyst that would improve Darren's cultivation level.

Darren's body began shining brightly as the world shook from the immense power flowing within him.

He had risen to the Superior God Realm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A stream of fire and a stream of ice rushed from Darren's body into the depth of the void.

Crack!

Outside layers and layers of space, the terrifying tribulation clouds were forming; dense, dark and terrifying.

"They're coming this way!"

All the powerful ascetic cultivators looked up to the thick clouds in the sky and yelled out a warning.

Purple lightning flashed wildly and thunder rumbled ferociously within the tribulation clouds, quickly forming a massive purple vortex, swirling with the promise of doom.

"There's so much pressure coming from it. The thunder punishment of Conflicting Cultivation is so powerful," murmured an ascetic cultivator to himself, feeling the pressure of the purple lightning.

"Darren's Ice and Flame Cultivation is very weak. We can handle this. Let me and Lord Starry Sword help him fight against this thunder punishment. Everyone, what do you say?" Lord Feng said as he and Lord Starry Sword took off dozens of feet up into the air at the same time.

"What are you two doing? Showing off your abilities? This is hardly the appropriate time for your stunts!" one of the ascetic cultivators said, aggravated and frustrated. Almost all the ascetic cultivators present were stronger than they were. Why did they feel the need to come forward and offer their help? It would do them no good.

"We're not showing off. You'll understand soon enough."

Lord Feng charged up a few more kilometers with Lord Starry Sword as he spoke.

"Darren, come up here. Lord Starry Sword and I will be by your side to help you deal with the tribulation."

"Alright!"

Darren nodded, responding confidently. He flew up as they had and stopped beside Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword.

Boom! Boom!

A bolt of purple lightning struck from the center of the vortex. The powerful aura was enough to make all the creatures around shudder in terror.

The streaking zig-zags of lightning darted towards Darren like a violent beast.

"Puff!"

Darren suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest that did not seem to worry him at first, but then he spat a mouthful of blood, as if it had been yanked out from inside him.

"Darren, hold on! Stay strong!"

Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword took the lead and rushed to the purple lightning to fight back against it.

They both collided with the purple lightning, a stream of faint yellow god's power burning across Lord Feng's body as he brandished his divine spear.

Boom!

In an instant, millions of spear strikes were shot out, each of them possessing the power to destroy the world.

Lord Starry Sword, on the other hand, stood emotionless and statuesque in the void. Forty-eight Supreme Sword Intent Forms darted towards the chaotic purple lightning with perfect sword trajectory.

"Watch my spear!"

"Watch my sword!"

Crack!