Chapter 802 Meeting Village Head Fris Again

A tremendous amount of talent poured into Darren's head.

Buzz.

Darren's consciousness reached the space filled with ancient spiritual crystals. The assimilated talent for martial arts turned into a white light and plunged into the narrow space. However, it didn't raise even the slightest wave.

"It disappeared? It seems that the Genuine Domain Degree is my limit."

Darren withdrew his mind from the spiritual crystal space.

However, just as his mind had retreated, the white light went through the crystal wall and slipped into endless darkness.

"Are you okay?" Finley asked, puzzled by Darren's expression.

Darren shook his head.

Finley flew over and secured the tower-shaped Shackle Divine Weapon that had been suspended in the air. As a stream of Spirit Power poured into the weapon, complicated rule silk threads of the Spatial Rule were transmitted to Finley's brain.

Buzz.

When the powerful rule force shocked Finley's mind, he withdrew his Spirit Power.

"This is great. With it, I can understand the Spatial Rule of a higher level." Pleased, he put the tower away.

"We have to leave as soon as possible. The fight was quite fierce. The Fire Kylin may be sensitive enough to detect our position," Finley suggested.

"Yes, we will be in a lot of trouble if he finds us. We should not linger."

Darren nodded before he leaped in the air, ready to fly.

Soon, they arrived at the ruins of a village.

"Wow, the ancient aura here is so strong!

That light-gold skeleton must have been a senior holy warrior when he was alive." Finley was amazed by the scenery.

"I have been here before. And as far as I know, that skeleton was never a senior holy warrior. He used to be a farmer," Darren explained.

"What? It's impossible!" Finley rolled his eyes.

"Look at the rusty hoe beside him." Darren pointed.

Finley was stunned for a long time.

"Maybe, it's a kind of emperor weapon the likes of which we've never seen before. We can't judge its level by its appearance." Finley tried to rationalize.

"You are right. But, an old man's shadow guards it. He called himself, Village Head Fris. That's why I feel this place used to be a

e same question after having left the village head.

"You are annoying! You'll know when I collect all the medicinal herbs. It's troublesome to explain." Darren rolled his eyes at Finley.

"Fuck! Don't you know how curious I am? I will draw it out with my Spirit Power if you don't tell me!" Finley's face lit up at the thought of finally getting an answer to the question that had plagued him all this while.

"You got me." Darren shrugged. He ignored Finley and went straight toward a black gap.

Finley chased Darren.

Darren landed in front of the Devil Den on the island shrouded in purple mist.

The descendants of the first fiend ancestor lived in this area. With his demonic transformation skill, Darren had successfully entered the cave at that time.

He still remembered that the head of the descendants in the cave was a young man in a black shell, who had called Darren "father"!

He had earlier surmised that the youth was perhaps a direct descendant of the first fiend ancestor as well.

One of the herbs he needed to collect this time was called the Fiendish Root, which grew in the cave.

Darren walked toward the dark gap, with Finley in tow.

It was dark inside the cave.

An aura that carried intense rage and soul-depressing dampness hit them.

"It's been years since I was last here. I wonder how much the black mutants have grown."

Although Darren and Finley were strong now, they were still very cautious.