Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 764

'What kind of creatures are these?!' Darren thought to himself in alarm. 'And how do they possess the pure Primitive Fighting Force?!'

The question had only just gone through his mind when the black shadows leaped, hungry for a kill.

Darren was prepared, though, and had his sword intent at the ready.

The first ones to pounce were the first to be struck. Darren shattered them in the span of a single breath.

Their broken remains roiled and shuddered as an enormous amount of Primitive Fighting Force exuded from them.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Darren employed his assimilation skill.

The Primitive Fighting Force began to pour into his elixir field in a stream.

In a short moment, he had received almost as much of the Primitive Fighting Force as he could accumulate in an entire year.

An emphatic voice drew his attention. "Look out!"

That was Elsa, warning Nate as another group of the black creatures rushed toward him.

The very next second, Nate was furiously trying to fend them off. Though he tried his best, he was quickly accumulating wounds. With the combat power of a seven-star grand warrior, he was no match for these ferocious opponents.

Quickly enough, though, Elsa ran in to help him out, her sword intent surging and leaving a shower of blood in its wake.

Both warriors' attention was soon drawn by a blood-curdling roar.

Turning, they saw a figure the size of a young bull approaching.

Its body resembled that of a tiger, and it had a head like a dragon's. The huge wings protruding from its back were inky black, as was the rest of its body except for its two tusks, which shone with a cold light.

"What is that?" Darren wondered aloud. "It looks like a winged-tiger, but there's something different about it."

At any rate, this creature was obviously an oversized version of the others, and it was soon clear that they regarded it as some kind of leader.

Darren, Elsa, and Nate had only killed a handful of these beasts. The numerous ones that remained were rallying behind the big one, whose paws thudded heavily against the ground. Their running feet added an ominous rumble to that sound.

It was a terrifying sight, far more so than any collection of ordinary animals. Given the choice, Nate would have preferred to face a multitude of giant elephants.

"Elsa, Nate, wait here."

Saying this, Darren shot past them. He aimed straight for the oncoming black onslaught, ready to meet them with his blade and sword intents and his dark gold internal force.

This once-peaceful world had become a hellish battlefield.

The black beasts met Darren's charge with all their Primitive Fighting Force. It roared like a sea of anger.

As the energy reached him, though, Darren assimilated it into the cyan spear in his elixir field.

The mystical weapon glowed and its weight noticeably increased. No doubt its potency was improving as well.

For six grueling hours the battle went on, and the spear continued to absorb the dark creatures' energies. The color of its outer layer darkened.

Darren could also feel that it was taking in the Primitive Fighting Force faster than before.

"A great harvest indeed," he remarked to himself, pleased.

More than a million black creatures had fallen before him in the past six hours. The atmosphere was oppressive and had grown heavy with the stench of death.

As Elsa observed all this, she felt the killing intent bead in her mind become more active than before, absorbing power at an incredible rate.

She let out a light snort, trying to keep the sensation under control. It was hard to describe as either comforting or painful.

Until she felt a crack.

As power continued to rush into the bead, it suddenly broke!

Faint sparks wreathed its remains.

"What happened?!" Elsa yelled in horror.

With the bead destroyed, she thought she would instantly die once the killing power inside the bead flooded out.

Her fears seemed unfounded, however, as the energy continued to flow into her head.

There was another sound inside her—a bang, or almost a pop, which brought with it a sense of relief.

At the same moment, the broken killing intent bead took the form of a tiny sword.

"I can't believe it," Elsa said to herself. "What a strong killing sword intent!

Has my killing intent bead turned into the killing sword core?"

Still, she was mystified as to how the killing sword core could be contained within herself.

Even as Elsa mulled over this matter, Darren was still in the middle of a slaughter, and the spear in his elixir field could not contain any more Primitive Fighting Force.

"Time to break this thing!' he thought.

Concentrating, he gathered his blade and sword intents and his olive-black force together, directing them at the cyan spear.

He gritted his teeth as the energy writhed and crackled, as though unwilling to be used in such a way. The pain was incredible.

But Darren kept up the pressure and didn't leave off until the spear had cracked.

Another large amount of the Primitive Fighting Force poured into the weapon, and its grade increased still further.

Tireless as ever, Darren kept repeating the process until a day and a night had passed.

By then, the spear's color had changed to blood red.

Darren had no idea what level it was at now.