Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 541

As vivid as it appeared in the image presented by Anna, a young man in a white robe kept looking up at the sky. He seemed to be waiting for the arrival of whatever or whomever it was.

A few moments later, a blast of purple-black air suddenly appeared in the space. The sudden appearance of the odd scene made the man in white linger around with vigilance.

Following the sudden uproar, a sharp cry rang out as if it was from something colossal and powerful. Soon enough, a very fast-moving figure flashed from behind the young man in white.

"Huh?" With his mouth gaped open in awe, Darren was mesmerized abruptly. Such a reaction was made as he saw that there etched at the young man's back a five-claw-shaped wound. The wound looked deep and grave, with his bones visible!

At the sight of such injury, Darren even began to wonder, 'Is this young man in a white robe really a five-star grand warrior? How could he be so easily knocked down? Or is the devil so strong and dominating that it could inflict injury on a five-star warrior that easily?' As Darren thought wildly, he kept staring at the image presented by Anna.

While his teeth clenched with the searing pain, the young man in white turned around to face his enemy. His face was full of frightened expression as he struggled to stand straight while blood was still dripping from his wounds.

The enemy, which was a purple-black, rat-like, huge creature, stood in front of him with its fangs shown in anger. The creature was with a build of shocking muscles, and a stream of saliva flowed over its beastly mouth. Its little eyes that were glowing vehemently were staring at the young man in white as if it had seen some kind of incredibly delicious food to feast on.

"See? This is the devil I've mentioned to you before. It is exceptionally fierce. If you go there and meet it, you will be killed for sure. Humph!" with a confident tone, Anna commented. While she was saying that, she had a look at Darren, hoping to see the fear on his face.

"Well, don't jump to that conclusion so hastily," with a calm expression and tone, Darren responded. He just couldn't take his eyes off the pictures in the midair, for he was curious as to what would happen next.

"Kill!" the young man in white roared furiously.

With such declaration, the young man shot a sharp black spear towards the purple-black devil at lightning speed. The spear flashed across space, leaving a cracking noise behind that sounded so irritating to the ears.

Seeing the fast spear approaching, the purple-black devil's eyes flashed fiercely. In defense, its sharp claws began to catch the magic spear directly—not even a single hesitation was seen in the devil's face.

The moment the black magic spear touched the devil's claws, the spear was deformed abruptly like a vine being pulled out from its roots and left to wither under the sun.

Though he saw what happened to his spear, the young man did not panic. Instead, a hint of excitement glimmered in his eyes.

As the corners of his mouth lifted in a menacing smile, a wave of weird runes flashed on the black magic spear that was on the devil's claws. With that, the spear instantly changed into a rampant dragon and then swooped towards the devil—ready to devour the devil's head.