Chapter 891 Witcher Ancestor (1/2)

The woman looked beautiful and graceful in her light green dress. No one was able to resist the otherworldly aura that woman possessed.

'It's her!'

The moment Darren saw the woman with his spiritual sense, he froze in his tracks.

In front of the twelfth restriction, she turned her head and looked at Darren. A gentle and misty light illuminated in her eyes.

”Why is she here?” Darren murmured to himself, extremely confused.

Why would the immortal who assimilated Elsa appear in the River of Forgetfulness?

”I will kill her!”

Darren shouted. His chest was filled with endless hatred.

The immortal gave him a cold look, just before shooting numerous rule threads towards him.

Crack... Crack...

With a streak of lightning sparkling all over his body, Darren was suddenly shot backwards.

When he finally stopped, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Buzz...

Darren's face was painted with bitterness as he felt his heart sink. He knew that this was the power an immortal possessed. It was a power that surpassed that of a holy emperor.

He knew that in front of her, he was as weak as an ant.

”Please let go of Elsa. Will you, please?” Darren pleaded for mercy.

His trembling voice confused the immortal. She felt something that she had never felt before.

”Human emotions are complicated,” she muttered. She shut down all her senses about Darren.

Darren closed his eyes to hide his sadness, but tears rolled down his face and sorrow was projected in his eyes.

”It's my fate,”

he sighed. His words echoed in the flowing water for a long time, ethereal and dismal.

”Hush. Follow me.” An old voice, raspy and low, came into Darren's mind.

A green aura suddenly began to spread throughout Darren's body. It instantly healed his injuries despite how serious it was.