Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1548

A horde of blood-red creatures had materialized in front of Darren, and each of them contained a terrifying killing intent.

For a moment, Darren felt uneasy. Their appearance had been too sudden.

Instinctively, Darren slashed with his sword through the air,

and a deep golden light followed the trajectory of the sword.

Three of the creatures died at once, their bodies sliced through by the sword attack.

'My dark gold god's power is truly powerful,' Darren thought.

He was slightly surprised. He had known that the power would be worth exploring, but he hadn't expected it to have such a forceful and immediate impact.

As soon as three of their number fell, the remaining blood-red creatures sprang into action, rushing as a group towards Darren.

Darren let out a primal, instinctive roar. The dragon-fiend power surged out from his body.

Under the impact of this new attack, dozens of the blood-red creatures collapsed, then burst into mist and merged into the Killing Abyss.

"The power derived from the Dragon and Fiend Cultivation is not so bad either,' Darren thought, very pleased with the results.

"Darren, I estimate that your fighting power is comparable to that of a master at the upper-level of the Deputy God Realm," the Great Witcher told him.

He had observed Darren as he attacked, making an estimate about the current level of his abilities.

"Almost," said Darren, nodding. In fact, he had only casually attacked just now. He had yet to make full use of all his fighting power.

He tilted his head for a moment, thinking.

Then he rose up, flying into the dark sky.

"Darren, why are you here?" called one of the ascetic cultivators,

who was caught off guard by the sight of Darren flying towards him. He couldn't get involved in the battlefield here.

"I'm here to test my strength," Darren replied.

"No," said the cultivator without hesitation. "You must leave here right now. This projection has inherited a bit of the real chief god's power. It is not something you can resist." Heath also noticed Darren, and he flew to his side.

"All of you are here. I believe we can win the battle," said Darren, smiling.

With that, he sent a surge of the dark gold god's power from his sword and blade.

The power swept across hundreds of blood red creatures. Every single one died immediately.

The others were astonished. "I can't believe that you have the fighting power at the top level of the Deputy God Realm!" said one of the ascetic cultivators, sounding overjoyed at this development.

It seemed that these blood-red creatures weren't capable of hurting Darren at all. He just had to avoid fighting the chief god's projection head-on.

"You can stay here with us," said Heath. "Let's kill these creatures formed by the killing intent together, and then the projection will appear."

"Okay," Darren agreed.

He fought alongside the other ascetic cultivators. Soon, tens of thousands of blood-red creatures had been wiped out.

There was a deafening boom.

A dark gold lightning flashed in the sky, rushing towards Darren.

One of the ascetic cultivators reacted instantly. He rushed forward, holding out his hand, and a golden god's power erupted from his palm. It collided directly with the lightning.

However, the dark gold lightning overwhelmed the power from the cultivator, who was forced to fly away. Although he was strong, he was still far too weak to fight evenly with the chief god's projection.

"Come out and fight to the death," Heath bellowed, watching the lightning with cold eyes. He thought it was contemptible that even the chief god's projection hid in the Killing Abyss and didn't dare to show up.

After a moment, they heard a series of thumping sounds.

It was followed by a crash, like metal colliding with metal. Suddenly, a huge golden body emerged. It emanated a fierce and powerful killing intent.

The chief god's projection appeared again, but he did not launch any attacks.

A tremendous wave of hostility swept across Darren, turning into the source power of improving his cultivation level.

"Human beings, you are courting death."

Heath was not intimidated. "If you can beat me, then do it! Don't waste time talking nonsense," he shouted disdainfully.

In response, the chief god's projection let out a stunning, ear-splitting roar.

As he tilted his face towards the sky, a crack appeared on his head. The inside of the crack was ominously black, like a dark demonic abyss.

In that moment, there was a buzzing sound, and a dark gold light spilled out from the crack. Something else was emerging. It was a multifaceted crimson crystal, with thirty-six sides. It flew out of the crack and hovered above his head.