The Rule Soul Avatar didn't care at all anymore, as he no longer needed to hide.
The skeletons in black robes attacked him, but he was not Darren. He was a powerful rule cultivator and any of his attacks could prove dangerous to them.
Powerful laws burst out one after the other.
He might not be able to kill these things, but he was able to at least obstruct them for a while longer.
The Rule Soul Avatar was in control of the situation now, so the black-robed skeletons were unable to attack and soon the Twelve Great Witchers had recovered.
They all got to their feet, the black robes flowing in the breeze. They murmured in an obscure ancient language.
Powerful Witcher Power flew out and poured into the bodies of the black-robed skeletons. They screamed horrifyingly and froze in the air, unable to move.
They could not be killed, only suppressed.
"So, you finally decided to show yourself," one of the Twelve Great Witchers said as they landed in front of the Rule Soul Avatar.
"Save my real body first, and then we'll talk," the Rule Soul Avatar said indifferently. He was helpless against the witcher poison in Darren's body, and there was almost nothing he could do to slow it.
"No," refused the leader of the Great Witchers.
He had no intention of treating Darren.
They wanted Darren to die. But before that, they needed to cut the connection between the Rule Soul Avatar and Darren's soul.
Cutting the connection would take about ten months.
This meant that the poison would not kill Darren in ten months. Which in turn meant Darren would have to endure ten months of torture from the poison.
The Great Witchers weren't bothered by that prospect in the slightest.
"Do you honestly think you can take me without saving my real body first?" asked the Rule Soul Avatar with an icy derision.
"I'm afraid that's not up to you. Restrain him," commanded the leader.
They began forming an array in an attempt to suppress the Rule Soul Avatar.
The twelve streams of Witcher Power turned to green chains that darted at the Rule Soul Avatar.
The Rule Soul Avatar disintegrated without hesitation and hid in the space.
But the Twelve Great Witchers were well prepared for that. The witcher sense had been placed on the Rule Soul Avatar, so he could not escape anyway.
"Oh, no! He didn't add the Resurrection Force to himself."
The Twelve Great Witchers were shocked. They knew a lot about the Rule Soul Avatar and his methods, so naturally they knew of his Resurrection Force.
The Rule Soul Avatar had disintegrated without adding the Resurrection Force. The Twelve Great Witchers instantly understood; he was risking his own life to take them on.
Splash...
The twelve chains of Witcher Power collapsed and the other twelve streams of Witcher Power, used for the treatment, surged towards the disassembling Rule Soul Avatar.
Shortly after, his separated parts were pulled back together again.
"Save my real body,"
repeated the Rule Soul Avatar.
"Don't be so stubborn. He's going to die anyway. But if you come with us, you may yet survive," said the leader.
The Rule Soul Avatar appeared calm, not betraying any emotions he might have. He looked like a cold, hard statue.
Could those words really persuade the Rule Soul Avatar? They had underestimated him greatly if they thought it would.
"Disintegration," whispered the Rule Soul Avatar. His body then began disintegrating into tiny particles again.
The Great Witchers had no choice but to repair him once again.
"It's futile you trying this over and over again. Once you slip up, we'll just capture you," the leading Great Witcher said flatly and unimpressed.
"Disintegrate..." He was about to split again and the Great Witchers readied the Witcher Power to fix him again. It seemed this loop would continue forever.
But this time, the Rule Soul Avatar did not disintegrate. Instead, his figure soared into the air and quickly flew off.
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