Chapter 540 To See How Powerful the Demon Was (1/2)

Darren froze. What he had seen was inconceivable.

The Water Kylin had been killed with one blow?

”You bastard, how many hits have you given me?”

At that moment, the runes surrounding Finley vanished, and he stood up, opening his eyes.

Standing before him, Darren contended with a spell of dizziness.

Despite being the master of the Ancient Void Battlefield, he was not totally immune to the aura of suppression.

But he shook it off as best as he could. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

”What have you done?” he demanded. ”Why did you kill him?”

Finley, however, seemed relaxed. ”Don't worry, Darren. Here, watch this.”

Saying this, he waved a hand, and a stream of deep green aura appeared, gathering over the Water Kylin's remains.

As both men watched, the various pieces quivered, slid across the ground, and rejoined themselves. Even the blood that had been spilled began to move, flowing back into the regenerating body.

”What... What is this skill?” Darren asked, his eyes bulging.

Impossible as it seemed, Finley was somehow bringing the Water Kylin back to life. Whatever power he was using, it was clearly as incredible as it was disturbing to witness.

”Ah!” the Water Kylin said when he stood up at last. He did so slowly, unsteady. He couldn't quite remember what had happened.

A shudder passed through him as his memories started falling into place. ”I was just dreaming. I dreamed I was wandering alone someplace cold and empty, endless. That was very unpleasant.”

Seeming then to notice the other two men, he went on, ”Ah, Finley, you're awake as well. Congratulations! You must be very powerful now, after the closed-door practice. To be honest, I was worried as you were cultivating while unconscious. I kept needing to come by and sweep the dust off your body. I am very relieved to see you awake again.”

A smile grew on his face as he said all this.

”You don't seem to remember what happened just now,” Finley replied. ”Here, let me help you.”

With that, he pressed his hand to the beast's forehead, restoring his memory of the past few moments.