Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 768

Wisps of the rule silk threads were embedded deep into Darren's soul.

This kind of rule silk thread had already been comprehended by Darren's avatar, so it was unnecessary for him to try and comprehend it again.

Apparently, these rule silk threads were the rules originating from the Dark Force and Primitive Fighting Force that the avatar comprehended in the simulated battle from moments ago.

Darren tried to trigger the black symbol and the reddish war spear inside his elixir field. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into his body and quickly transformed into two kinds of different power.

"It is now several times faster than before!"

With his current speed, Darren estimated that he could use the Shura Force once in ten days.

If he could speed up any further, he'd be able to use the Shura Force at his own will!

It was as powerful as the power of the Conflicting Cultivation. If he could use it freely, it would be hard to imagine how terrifying of a sight would it be.

The two holy emperors were still fighting as the Rule Soul Avatar stayed by the Dark Emperor's side for a while, pretending to withstand the attack of the powerful emperor with a long spear. And after a while the avatar took the powerful emperor's side and attacked the Dark Emperor instead. The avatar comprehended and deduced every move of the two holy emperors perfectly.

Witnessing this, Darren stood in shock because of his avatar.

The Rule Soul Avatar was so powerful that he could even imitate the battle between the holy emperors.

His silvery glittering eyes constantly radiated similar silvery light, examining everything to capture the two kinds of rule silk threads that Darren needed among the hundreds of millions of rule silk threads floating in the space between them.

The void continued to produce cracks and the avatar was smashed to pieces again and again.

After one month, Darren was surprised to find that the avatar could almost withstand the holy emperors' attack more than one round in the simulated battle. More often than not, he could even fight with them up to three or four rounds!

For a long time, Darren was far too stunned to calm himself down after watching such a scene unfold.

Apparently, his Rule Soul Avatar was now capable of competing against the holy emperors.

Massive rule forces condensed into numerous thunderbolts, aiming solely towards the Dark Emperor.

The eighteen runic towers released a ferocious aura as if they were coming from some parts of the Darkest Hell.

Boom!

The void collapsed, the cracks getting bigger and wider as it swept everything away.

With two forces colliding, the avatar's thunder was weakened, but only a little. The avatar was not completely smashed to pieces until several rounds of fighting were completed.

Having fought fiercely for a month, both the Dark Emperor and the emperor with a spear were wounded and were far from powerful as before.

"Primitive Emperor, if it goes on like this, none of us will be able to defeat one another. Allow yourself to show me your trump card and let us see who truly is the stronger between the two of us," the Dark Emperor muttered coldly, a fit of Dark Force spreading out which was capable of killing an ordinary senior holy warrior in an instant!

"As you wish," the so-called Primitive Emperor roared with a mocking tone at the end, waving his long war spear into the air which then divided itself into eight large ones instead.

The eight spears were red all over and their powers were as strong as that of the Hiram the Great's halberd.

On the opposite side of the space, the Dark Emperor's eyes darkened. It seemed that there was a weak sense of fear reflected in his eyes.

He reached his hands out, and immediately eighteen runic chains were connected to the eighteen runic towers surrounding him.

A deep cut suddenly emerged into the air, from which it rushed out eighteen figures, falling separately on the runic towers.

The eighteen figures were extremely mysterious in both their own presence and their sense of power.

Clank! Clank!

As the eighteen runic towers inched forward, the space continued to crumple up and then spread out like thousands of ripples.

The eighteen runic towers became nine with every two merging into one.

"Darkest!" The Primitive Emperor roared, his eyes glinting as he gritted his teeth.

"With your eight primitive spears, did you think I am inferior to you? Come on!" the Dark Emperor mocked.

A bleak Dark Force blotted out the sky, while the extremely powerful Primitive Fighting Force breaking out completely at this very moment.

The eight red spears charged at the Dark Emperor in the most ordinary trajectory. The nine runic towers also dashed towards the Primitive Emperor.

The two emperors transformed into lights and fought against each other with their palms.

At this moment, the avatar didn't bother to join them.

He focused his silvery eyes, deducing something quickly before this battle reached its end.