Chapter 875 Battle Among The Corpses (1/2)

Briefly, there was an uncertain glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

Trying to shake off a headache, Darren opened his eyes—not that there was anything he could see.

”Where am I?”

Though his eyes were of little use in the dark, he had other ways of finding that out; he unleashed his spiritual sense. After spending a moment probing his surroundings, he found that he was in an enormous cave, one that stretched dozens of kilometers in every direction.

The whole place was silent and devoid of life. Aside from Darren, nothing so much as breathed.

In a way, though, he wasn't alone. There were many, many dead bodies.

His spiritual sense detected them easily.

'What is this place?' Darren wondered. 'These seem to be the corpses of the senior holy warriors.'

There was a great variety to them. Many were humans, but many others were of races Darren had never seen before. Most of them seemed to have been dead for many long years. There was little left except their bones, the tatters of their garments, and weapons or armors if they had any.

Darren speculated that these corpses must have been collected from all over the world by the Space-time Palace.

The purpose of that palace was to resurrect dead warriors in order to expand its own strength.

Taking some time to explore, Darren flew about the cave, choosing several corpses to examine more closely. There was an uncanny power that fluctuated around them, somehow altering the flows of time. It was strange, as though time itself had become a living entity, quietly shifting and moving about before Darren as though watching him. But really, the feeling was impossible to describe.

'Are these people left here because of the failure of resurrection?' Darren guessed.

He continued his investigations, inspecting what felt like thousands of corpses. In the course of it all, two in particular caught his attention in a special way.

'These two corpses exude a strong aura of ancient times, and the aura of thunder punishment, ' he observed silently.

Upon sensing the auras, he knew instantly that the two had once been tribulation holy warriors of ancient times.

Curious but careful, Darren released his blade and sword intents, hovering them over the remains.

He wasn't quite ready for what happened next.

There was a swirling whoosh, as of a sudden gust of wind.

Then a current of lightning, the color of blood, flashed from one of the bodies. It illuminated Darren's macabre surroundings for a split second, and a potent crackle of thunder bounced against the distant walls of the cave.

”What was that?!”