In the skies, that small area sealed by a blessing still existed. Inside it, that robust man was covered in blood with cuts all over his body. His clothes were in rags, his face twisted.
He was being completely ridiculed by two young men, with eight and seven rings... he couldn't even hit them, but was constantly getting cut like an idiot. Even though the wounds were irrelevant and superficial, he felt an unprecedented humiliation.
*Buzz!*
Suddenly, the ocean in the Pacific split open.
A figure with a completely twisted body, all four limbs broken, and frightening black lines covering his skin, emerged.
With a snort, a golden aura flowed through him. It was his immortal power that healed him completely, removing even the black lines.
Darian sighed internally. Unfortunately, his black power wasn't effective against those immortals, because he was still too weak. That happened because they were prepared for his attack and moved their power to block the invasion immediately.
