Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1073

After the contract had been established, Darren had lost his desire to kill the immortal. He believed that she, too, had the same feeling. They were both in the same boat now.

"Very well. I shall fill you with spiritual energy, and you should recover as soon as possible."

Time waited for no one. Darren estimated that he only had half an hour at most before he was about to fall.

He immediately swallowed the liquefied spiritual energy. He then placed his palm on the immortal's belly and let the spiritual energy flow into her.

However, the immortal's body was vastly different from a normal being's. Even though his spiritual energy was of high caliber, he couldn't cure her instantly.

Waves of spiritual energy surged into her body, transforming into a fainter version of the immortal's power.

Half an hour passed, and Darren found themselves falling. Inch by inch, they were both nearing the water's surface. Their robes touched the waves more and more frequently.

But before they could fully go down, the immortal's power streamed out of her body. It pulled them up, inch by inch.

At this speed, Darren estimated that it would take them at least dozens of years to pull themselves out of this pulling force range!

He couldn't wait for that long, so he began transferring more spiritual energy into the immortal's body.

One month passed, and half of his spiritual energy liquid was consumed.

During this time, the immortal hadn't fully recovered yet. Most of her power was used to resist the pulling force instead of healing her.

Slowly, they reached the height of three kilometers from the sea surface.

"I'm afraid you will have to resist the pulling force yourself now. I need to reserve my power,"

the immortal said.

"Why?" Darren asked, puzzled.

"The more immortal's power I have, the faster I can recover. If we can hold on for a month, I'll be able to get us out of here once I'm ready."

Indeed, even if she only recovered twenty percent of her true strength, the pulling force would become insignificant.

"Okay."

And anyway, she couldn't kill Darren now. He had nothing to worry about if he agreed with her.

"That's not right."

After thinking for a while, Darren sighed.

"You really are strange and complicated," murmured the immortal.

It was obvious that she didn't understand his decision. Why did he change his mind?

"Now that you have regained some of the immortal's power, you have to establish a contract with me to release my wife. It's the only way I will feel assured."

This was his chance to finally get his wife back. He wouldn't dare miss it. If he didn't make the conditions now, he might never have the opportunity in the future.

The immortal fell silent. There was a palpable twitch on her gorgeous face—a sign that her emotion was about to burst.

"What? You don't want to agree?

My wife is only an ordinary human to you. Why would you want to assimilate her? Why?"

Darren asked. His voice was full of passion and emotion.

When Elsa was devoured by the immortal, she was only a cultivator at the Grand Realm. To an immortal, she was like an ant. Darren couldn't understand why an immortal would want to assimilate Elsa.

"Her pure soul is good for me," the immortal answered honestly.

"Well, now I want you to give her up!"

"I can't do it." The immortal's cold reply angered Darren again.

"Then let's just die together." Even though Darren was threatening, there was no killing intent behind it. The contract would not take effect.

"Your wife has already integrated into my immortal's soul, so I can't release her. In nine thousand years, I'll absorb her completely." Indeed, this was the truth. She had already assimilated Elsa's soul and wouldn't be able to release it.

"I don't care. You just need to establish a contract with me. Then, we'll have the witcher ancestor help me." At the moment, he only needed her promise. As long as she gave her word, he could go find the witcher ancestor afterwards.