Chapter 891 Witcher Ancestor

The woman looked beautiful and graceful in her light green dress. No one was able to resist the otherworldly aura that woman possessed.

'It's her!'

The moment Darren saw the woman with his spiritual sense, he froze in his tracks.

In front of the twelfth restriction, she turned her head and looked at Darren. A gentle and misty light illuminated in her eyes.

"Why is she here?" Darren murmured to himself, extremely confused.

Why would the immortal who assimilated Elsa appear in the River of Forgetfulness?

"I will kill her!"

Darren shouted. His chest was filled with endless hatred.

The immortal gave him a cold look, just before shooting numerous rule threads towards him.

Crack... Crack...

With a streak of lightning sparkling all over his body, Darren was suddenly shot backwards.

When he finally stopped, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Buzz...

Darren's face was painted with bitterness as he felt his heart sink. He knew that this was the power an immortal possessed. It was a power that surpassed that of a holy emperor.

He knew that in front of her, he was as weak as an ant.

"Please let go of Elsa. Will you, please?" Darren pleaded for mercy.

His trembling voice confused the immortal. She felt something that she had never felt before.

"Human emotions are complicated," she muttered. She shut down all her senses about Darren.

Darren closed his eyes to hide his sadness, but tears rolled down his face and sorrow was projected in his eyes.

"It's my fate,"

he sighed. His words echoed in the flowing water for a long time, ethereal and dismal.

"Hush. Follow me." An old voice, raspy and low, came into Darren's mind.

A green aura suddenly began to spread throughout Darren's body. It instantly healed his injuries despite how serious it was.

Darren was surprised. He tried to find where the sound came from using his spiritual sense. His search came to an end when he found a dead wood in the shape of a human at the bottom of the river.

He then sank to the bottom of the river. The dead wood seemed to be very close. But when he tried to reach for it, it was already far away.

Not a few moments later, a cloud of de

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

n I obtain a God Character?" Darren asked.

"You must become a god."

Darren fell into silence as he knew it would be very difficult for him to become a god.

"Can't you defeat the immortal with the strength you currently have?" Darren asked the witcher.

"I have my own reasons for not fighting her. And even if I fight her, I am simply no match for her.

I'm old. I can't use my power at will. I can't help you. You have to fight her yourself," the witcher said.

"I understand." Darren nodded. He was still a little disappointed.

"Why are you in the River of Forgetfulness? What secrets are hidden in it? As far as I know, there are a hundred thousand ancient senior holy warriors in the river. What do they want to do?" Darren asked in confusion.

The witcher quietly sighed. In his eyes, green flames strangely danced.

"You are still too weak to know all of this. I'll tell you once you become stronger."

"But..." Darren felt he was ready to know the answers. When he was about to speak, the witcher interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Let me tell you about the real catastrophe of the Lothlann Continent," the witcher said. "The real catastrophe is not the fiend from outer space. It is you..."

His words hit Darren's heart like a hammer.

"What do you mean?"

The witcher didn't reply to Darren anymore. The green flames in his eyes went out. He looked like a body that died a long time ago. There was no more sign of life left in it.