Chapter 605 Inherited Magic Herbs (1/2)

Darren then moved on cautiously. With fog surrounding him, this place looked even darker and more terrifying.

He wasn't afraid of it. After all, he was a powerful martial artist.

The way narrowed as he moved forward. In the current scenario, Darren's spiritual sense could only cover an area of dozens of meters around him.

This strange atmosphere made him even more curious about what was going on inside.

Darren continued to move forward. In the narrow channel between the black rocks, he saw a weak green light.

”Huh!”

Darren's heart skipped a beat. He knew what the green light was. It was the green magic herb he had absorbed before.

Hundreds of such herbs stood on both sides of the mountain wall. He had to tilt his head up to see them all. It was probably hundreds of meters high.

Darren did not hesitate at all and prepared himself for flying over.

Just as he took off, his brows snapped together after he felt a little pressure that went against his direction. The pressure intensified, but he kept flying and clenched his jaw to suppress the urge to retreat.

With his power and strength, he only flew more than two hundred meters high and picked dozens of such herbs.

”It's a weird place. It seems like something is suppressing me.” Darren's forehead crease grew deeper only when he started finding it hard to go against the pressure anymore.

He sighed and flew back to where he was initially standing. Dozens of herbs were enough for him to absorb for a while.

Darren sat on the ground with his legs crossed, trying to absorb the green herbs.

He felt a steady stream of warmth coursing through his body. The energy from the herbs surrounded him and started entering his body as if he had been an empty vessel.

After what felt like hours, he was done absorbing all the green herbs.

Darren woke up from his trance and picked up his divine sword. His hand gripped the sword tightly only to force its pointed end at his stomach.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out. The divine sword did not pierce through his skin. It only left a white trace on his body.

”Good!” Darren was thrilled. He had just used sixty percent of his power to stab the skin. Typically, with this strength, he could pierce a seven-star grand warrior.

He swung the blade toward his arm with force.

This strike was full of sword and blade intents, and it had used more than eighty percent of his strength.

After another crisp sound, a shallow wound appeared on his arm, like a thin blood line.