The legendary warrior novel Chapter 239

As he spoke, the voice snickered, as if enjoying their embarrassment.

What the voice had said was true. If the man they killed was not the young master of the Panther Gang, they might not have managed to enter the Chaotic Region. For a fact, two warriors at the fourth grade of Bone Reinforcement and a group of warriors at the peak of Blood Purification were no match for one at sixth grade of Bone Reinforcement and another at fifth grade. That was the truth of the matter.

After that, the voice went silent.

With a sudden swoosh, all the figures around the forest magically disappeared. All that Ricky and his companions could sense was a slight rushing sound, but no any trace of the mysterious spies again.

"Now, we may enter the Chaotic Region," said Tyson, taking a deep breath. "I wonder where does the Panther Gang rank in the Chaotic Region."

"Tyson, tell us about the force division in the Chaotic Region," asked Ricky.

"Okay, Russell. Now listen carefully. The Chaotic Region has three divisions: the Upper, the Middle, and the Lower Region. The reason why the region was divided in three is that there has been opportunities of becoming an innate spiritual king in recent years," explained Tyson.

"The three parts correspond to three levels of power. The Lower Region contains all kinds of gangs, in which the best warriors are from either the sixth or seventh grade of Bone Reinforcement.

The Middle Region is for the Palace forces, which is superior to the gangs in the Chaotic Region. Among the Palace forces, their finest warriors are drawn from either the eighth or ninth grade of Bone Reinforcement.

As for the Upper Region, there are only eight forces."

"Eight forces," whispered Ricky, his face knitting into a frown. "Ah! The Eight Demi-immortal Forces, right?"

"Exactly. The Eight Demi-immortal Forces. They are the real masters of the Chaotic Region," nodded Tyson. "All the mysterious warriors in the black forest are from the Eight Demi-immortal Forces.

Reportedly, they have been in full control of the Chaotic Region for quite some time now."

"If that's the case, then I guess they must be pretty an impressive demi-immortal force. That would mean they are our biggest challenge ahead. For us to take control of this region in two years, they will be quite a formidable hurdle to overcome," murmured Ricky.

"Take it easy! Nothing is impossible, right? As for now, we'll make it one step at a time. The immediate step we should be talking about is to get into the Chaotic Region first!" Tyson explained with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing.

Then, activating his spiritual energy, he gathered the blood spread on the ground and sprayed it to the huge rock that stood beside him. Immediately, the characters on the rock that read "Chaotic Region" took on a bloody terrifying look, as if animated from beneath.

Supporting Kristen, who had a slight limp on their shoulders, Ricky and Tyson made their way to the black forest and stepped into the Chaotic Region.

On the way, they crossed a few hills dotting the sprawling basin. There were new buildings and old castles in strategic places of the expanse - the bases of the Chaotic Region's warriors. Looking far into the distance, they could see eight enormous castles. No doubt, home to the Eight Demi-immortal Forces!

Between the castles were many street markets, where the warriors from all cadres traded various commodities.

Of course, many trades were unfair. Hardly had the three stepped into one market than they came face to face with the cruel reality. The market place was run by callous bullied who had no scruples with tricking out the unsuspecting or even violently attacking and robbing anyone who walked into their net.

However, the warriors walking past were not in the least surprised. Some of them even stopped by and watched with glee while all the cheating and violence were taking place. From the look of things, notorious bullies ran the show in this place, and their impunity had become so commonplace that no one seemed to give a hoot. The market square had a chilling stone-cold indifference wrapped around it like a humid, oppressive blanket.

Here and there across the market, dead bodies and skeletons littered the place, giving it a deathly aura. The soil was wet with blood. It seemed that fighting and killing were necessary, daily part of life.

As if everyone here was haunted, either by bloodthirsty, murderous demons, or an inexplicable suicidal frenzy.

"Our next step is to establish a gang of our own in the Lower Region. We need to occupy a castle and gain a footing and infiltrate this region over time," said Tyson, climbing on a rock to have a peek at the castles in the distance.

"Occupying a castle? Good idea! But which castle? Do we have a target?" asked Ricky, excitement showing in his voice.