Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 342

'If I fail, I will be doomed!' This was the thought that occupied Darren's mind as he was mentally disturbed at the moment. By the same token, he was sitting on a powdered keg and had to move on.

Then, with his enhanced spiritual sense, Darren operated the aura of dragon blood in his elixir field to compress it into the revolving demon core.

"Ah! Ahhhrrrggghhh," Darren cried out as the sharp pain in his elixir field made his whole body tremble. He had not anticipated the pain to be so agonizing.

"Darren, are you okay?" Scott asked worriedly, looking at Darren, who was in torment. He panicked and did not know what to do to help Darren overcome the situation.

"Scott, I'm fine. Transmit more aura of dragon blood to my meridians," Darren shouted, gnashing his teeth in pain while instructing Scott.

As a knee-jerk reaction, Scott nodded. Hollowing out his strength, Scott continuously transmitted a steady flow of the aura of dragon blood into Darren's meridians. Accepting the immense aura, Darren controlled it and compressed it into his demon core.

Soon enough, the pervasive flow of the aura of dragon blood was turned into streams of liquid under Darren's compression, flowing on the surface of the demon core. The demonic internal force in the demon core grappled to break through the suppression of the blade and sword intent, which intensified Darren's agony.

Crack!

A sharp cracking sound was heard from the rotating demon core. A few moments later, hairline cracks crept around the demon core, signifying that it was about to burst out.

"Ahhhhh!" Darren roared, bearing with the tormenting pain. With the last of his spiritual sense, he continued compressing such a significant quantity of the aura of dragon blood, preventing more cracks from developing on the demon core.

At that point, the demon core rotated at breakneck speed with golden electric sparks twinkling on its surface. Finally, under the impact of the mighty extrusion force, the demon core dispersed into powders.

After the effect of the dispersion, the scattered demonic internal force and the aura of dragon blood formed into a small storm. The combination spiraled under the impact of the tiny golden lightning—it resembled a nebula.

Assuming that he had succeeded in doing the task, Darren couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

Just a few inches away from him, Scott was appalled to see Darren unconscious. Getting closer to him, Scott set his mind at rest when he probed that Darren's elixir field was peaceful—free from any signs of intense struggling.