Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 653

"Everybody comes here now. I found something." After Hobson called out, Darren and the others flew over without wasting another second.

"What's this? It looks very old," someone exclaimed as he went over and picked it up.

But as soon as the man touched the small bronze coffin, which was found earlier by Hobson, the space surrounding them began to fluctuate, and it emitted a purple mist.

Everyone surrounding and observing the scene was all startled and immediately stepped back.

When the purple mist dissipated into nothingness a few moments later, the man, who touched the small bronze coffin, also disappeared without a trace.

"Where is he? Is he dead?!" someone anxiously asked as his voice shook with fear.

"No, I guess he is not dead. And this should be the Holy Tomb," Darren merely said, rather calmly.

He supposed that it must be the same as the statue he had previously seen in the Raksa Sea. He vividly recalled that when it was touched, it would instantly activate a unique domain.

"What should we do? Shall we go in?" someone tentatively asked, confused, and in panic.

"Of course!"

Hobson interjected. Undaunted, he took hold of the small bronze coffin without a word and also disappeared as soon as the purple mist filled the coffin.

"Let's enter it together. I think those elders who came first must have already gone in. They deliberately arranged some coal ash to bury here so that no one would discover this."

Darren pointed out. Then he touched the bronze coffin as well, and then the rest followed his lead.

Buzz.

A sudden sound of tremors reverberated around them, almost deafening them, and within a moment later, the scene in front of them had changed.

The desolate land was dark, other than bleak and dismal. Above the mountains that looked craggy, the bloody sun cast an eerie vibe at a glance.

There were dozens of mounds in various sizes on the ground. They immediately recognized that these were the graves of the warriors of the Holy Realm.

Observing their location, Darren could sense a vague familiarity. And it reminded him of the scene in the bronze coffin that he had entered before.

It looked boundless with spiritual herbs scattered all over the ground. The graves there seemed to be endless. Darren also had spotted the weakest grave, which was the tomb of a Demon King.

"There are only graves here. Where are the treasures?"

All of them froze as panic engulfed them, and they didn't know what to do next as a trace of fears clearly showed on their pale faces.

"I'm curious, where are the people who came in first?" someone blurted out.

They all turned their gaze at the new traces of footsteps on the ground. But what puzzled them most was that not a single person could be seen. It seemed like they all vanished.

"Are they dead?" someone said in horror, feeling extremely agitated.

"Then there should have some blood even if they are dead. But since there is no trace of blood anywhere, they should not be dead," someone reasoned out.

"Well, let's listen to Darren's opinion," another warrior suddenly insisted.

"Let's look for footprints. Those elders who came in first must know something," Darren suggested.

"But before that, can we dig up a holy tomb to see what's inside it? What if there are some treasures!" Someone couldn't help asking, rather earnestly.

"Yes, I agree with him. Let's dig up one tomb." The others who were also interested joined in unison.

"Since these holy warriors had been buried here, I don't think it's a good idea if we will dig a tomb here. It's not a good way to show our respect," Darren asserted, his demeanor showed a slight hesitation.

"Hey, they were dead! We don't know which dynasty they were from. Why do we still care so much? Just dig one," Hobson insisted loudly.

"Whatever you do. I won't be responsible if you are in danger," Darren countered.

Upon hearing this, one of them sprinted towards the grave and ferociously slashed at a tomb with his blade.

In a wink, a black crack that extended to the interior of the tomb appeared in a flash. From within, a red light was faintly exuding into the fissures created by the slash.

Sizz!

Moments later, there was a little red unknown liquid squirting from the tiny crevices.

With a sudden pressure, the tiny gaps in the tomb grew wide, accompanied by the bursting out of the unknown red liquid.

"That's blood! Why is there still blood?" The man who broke the grave hastened to step back. His heart pounded in his chest rapidly as he anxiously waited for the next thing bound to happen. He had no idea what, but he felt terrified.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The world suddenly trembled, making the crack in the tomb continued to become wider, like a black abyss.

While at the same time, the red liquid, which seemed to be blood spurted out like a sea bursting of immense anger.

Darren and the others instinctively flew towards the sky at once for their safety. They didn't dare to touch the blood.

"Oh no! Did I make trouble?"