Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 615

"Listen, I'd like for you to help me out. I honestly don't want to stay in the Ancient Void Battlefield forever. I already know everything about this place. It's become too boring," Finley told Darren sincerely.

"Okay, I understand." Darren nodded.

This brought to mind something that Finley had told him before. He'd mentioned that the only way to leave the Ancient Void Battlefield was to make it into the Holy Realm.

"But you are going to make it to the Holy Realm, aren't you? What could you possibly need my help for?" Darren was confused on why Finley would ask him for help.

"That's not enough. I need a real body. Strictly speaking, I'm just a perfected soul now. Even if I make it to the Holy Realm, without an actual body, I still won't be able to get out."

"That doesn't sound so hard. I'll find you a body once I get out. Come to think of it, what about that guy just now? Can you use his body?" Darren asked with a raised brow.

"It's not that simple, otherwise I would have done it already. I'll need the body of a holy warrior at least that can withstand my soul. The stronger the body, the better. The optimum choice would be a senior holy warrior's body. But if you can't manage that, then please at least get me the body of a junior holy warrior. Please help me, Darren!"

"Are you kidding me?

What kind of power do you think I have? It's practically suicide to help you get a holy body! Whether what you're hoping for is the body of a senior holy warrior or a junior holy warrior, there is nothing that I can do to help you!"

Darren rolled his eyes at him.

"Please don't leave me here! I'm dying to get out of here. You must help me with this. You owe it to me. I have helped you so many times."

Darren thought it through for a moment and then said, "If I manage to get a holy warrior into the Ancient Void Battlefield, will you be able to handle it yourself? If you can do that, then I'll go and find one for you."

Finley shook his head. "No way. I'm merely a soul, there is no way I can defeat a holy warrior with a real body. Besides, with your current level of the force of control, you can't drag someone that powerful in here. Even if you bring him in, the Ancient Void Battlefield will be destroyed."

"Then what exactly are you asking me to do here? Do you want me to die?" Darren glared at him.

"Anyway, you have to help me, Darren. Get me out of here as soon as possible. Oh, I forgot to mention, there's one more thing I need from you. I'll need you to completely seal the Ancient Void Battlefield when I'm breaking through to the Holy Realm. If we cause any disturbance to the outside world, the Holy Catastrophe may befall you. It will definitely kill you.

Don't drag anyone in until I make the breakthrough completely. Remember that."

After saying that, Finley flew away. He hid in the twelfth space and started to cultivate.

"Shit!" Darren was stunned. "He is asking for my help, but how could he be this shameless?"

Darren was not in the mood to think about him. He might get the chance to find a holy body someday. Only then would he consider sending it to him to help him out. It would be crazy to fight a holy warrior. Even Darren wouldn't dare to do it!

"My sister is still in a coma."

He'd been using the force of control constantly to check on Belle and he found that her state remained unchanged.

But he could feel that Belle's soul and blood were slowly recovering. He believed that she would one day be fine.

"I haven't seen Denise for a long time. I wonder what she's doing right now."

Darren began to search out Denise. He spotted her outside a cabin near the river.

She was still so beautiful, sitting alone by the river in a daze. She wasn't as talkative as before, only talking to the butterfly next to her occasionally.

Darren had planned on visiting her, but since the problem hadn't been resolved yet he couldn't. It was better that he leave her alone. If he went to talk to her and then took off, she would feel even more lonely.

"Denise is also a soul. It's time for me to look for a body for her. I'll ask Finley when I'm free."

Then, Darren went to check on Diana. Diana was relaxed as she painted in the bamboo forest.

After checking on them all, Darren left the Ancient Void Battlefield.

Two hours in the Ancient Void Battlefield was nothing but a few seconds in the outside world.

"Darren, are you okay?"

Seeing Darren emerging, Isaac happily flew over to him.

"I'm okay."

"Where is that prick? Where did he go? Let me know, and I will end him!"

"I've already taken care of him so you don't have to deal with him now." Darren smiled.

"That's good." With an approving look at Darren, Isaac said, "Darren, what can I say about you?"

"What? What's wrong? Did I do something to offend you?" Darren looked at him, confused.

Darren was aghast.

'Oh my God! He seems to have comprehended forty percent of the Holy Will, while I've only managed up to twenty percent!'

Taking a deep breath, Isaac came to his senses and deduced that the Holy Will in the stranger's howl was much stronger than his.

"Darren, it seems that I have underestimated the Thousand Souls Tribe. You go first and I will cover for you." Isaac had a grave expression on his face.

He never expected that the Thousand Souls Tribe had someone who could summon forty percent of the Holy Will.

"No way. Let's go together first. After my friend becomes a holy warrior, we can come back and kill him," Darren said.

"Just do what I told you!" Apparently, he was not a man to be trifled with.

"Do you really think that you can do as you wish?"

A figure appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Darren and Isaac as if he had teleported himself there.

It was a middle-aged man in a grey robe. He had sharp eyes and a domineering sword intent.

"You must be the mighty Gaston Qian, right?" Isaac asked calmly.

"Since you know that I am the patriarch, kneel down and I will grant you a quick death!" Gaston glared at Isaac icily.

"I think that your ego has blinded you. Do you really believe that I am afraid of you?"

"Really? So you're the one who mastered the extreme sword intent. You've lived for three thousand years, and you seem to have made some progress."

Several thousand years ago, Gaston had sensed someone suddenly master the extreme sword intent. He made inquiries and found out that it was a man called Isaac. But after searching for a while, he still couldn't find the man because Isaac had been in seclusion for his cultivation at that time.

"That's right. I see that you have already reached the Holy Will threshold. But you're nothing compared to me.

I have to remind you that if my brother dies, you two will suffer the cruelest kind of torture in the world. Of course, if he's still alive, I'll be kind enough to only tear you apart. Ha-ha."

After laughing to himself, his face turned ferocious.