Stepping into the underground cellar. I quickly noticed how all the torches were extinguished. I didn't need the light, but I felt something slowly whispering for me to leave. There was a somewhat sinister air within this cellar that was not here before.

Slowly making my way with Dragonsbane within my clenched palms, my lips slowly began to curl downwards, looking at the pool of fresh blood below my feet. Kneeling, my fingers dipped in, taking a deep whiff, I swiftly tasted the fresh blood " Such a particular bloodline, Two hours, and this blood... It belongs to Roald. Now, this is a problem. I hope he is still alive. Damn it, returning to Hallr will not be a choice if he is dead."

Taking a deep breath, I suddenly had a thought. If Wind allowed me to make a virtual map of a couple of kilometers of the forest outside Sarem, then the darkness should be able to do the same thing. I have a far higher comprehension of darkness than I do with wind. I did something like this but on a smaller scale with my Demonic Vision."

Blending my will within the darkness, I felt my senses beginning to expand. Like dark tentacles leisurely spreading out, my mind slowly began to expand throughout the entire underground cellar as I heard, saw, and felt almost every vibration.

"Is this what divine Sense is like?" I whispered, slowly scowling at what I was seeing. "Those idiots, why would they not send scouts in to assess what they would be facing."

Shooting off like a bolt of lightning, cracks suddenly exploded out as I raced off into the distance. Maneuvering through everything with ease, I could hear a major battle off in the distance. Rushing through a massive gate, I didn't bother to look at anyone but Roald as I appeared by his side in a ray of black light.

A massive hole could be seen within his chest; it was clear that his heart was badly damaged as I could clearly see it struggling to beat. A weak light could be seen in his eyes as he opened his mouth the speak, "A-A-Ares..." he tried to speak, but as I saw his lungs struggling, I covered his mouth, gazing at the man with a long scythe enchanted with the rune 'Hel' battle against Rave, and Lisa. Many other guards were present, but they were brutally being slaughtered. However, my main concern was not with my toy but rather Roald.

Eyeing the various parts of his organs bleeding out, dark flames sprung from my palms, "Place all your qi back into your Dantian. It will get in the way. Do not argue. Just do as I say!"

Not waiting for Roald to speak, I jammed my arm into his chest cavity, quickly searing closed his injuries with my flames. I hoped the amount of life force lost would be minimal due to my darkness element, but that went out the window as the tips of his hair turned grey and brittle.

"Shit... He is rich; they should be able to help with that." I lightly said, removing my arm from his chest before closing the massive hole. "Roald, just stay here. I did emergency treatment, but under no circumstance are you to use qi. It will cause your organs to rupture; only your vital energy should be used. I can't do much to your lungs now, so just relax and use Vital qi to expand and contract them."

Making sure the front and back of his chest was closed, I looked at the man with the sinister scythe who just kicked Rave across the face blasting him away like he was a child. I could hear his bones being shatter as Rave screamed in anguish. He was a saint qi cultivator...but there was a menacing air to him. Something unlike any cultivator I ever fought against.

"Lisa, rave retreat. You, two idiots, have done enough." coldly said, eyeing the bloodied bodies of the duo. I don't know how the hell they even got here, but they fucked up my entire plan.

"Arse..."

"Leave!" I yelled, not bothering to gaze at Lisa. Both of them are dead when I get out of this damn place. A sinister light consumed my eyes as killing intent began to rise, flooding the chamber we were in as I gripped my spear tighter.

"Oohhh, a new insect but quite a weak one at that. Young man, will you also come to your death?" The bloodied man with a large scythe asked, his gaze and body pulsing with a powerful emerald qi.

Sending a side glance to Lisa to pick up Roald, I sneered, "You are only a saint, not even a body cultivator."

"A saint? is that your term of classification how interesting, but from your aura, you must be the one that has been slaughtering my clan. I can smell their blood on you."Said the man with a cold expression licking his lips with a hint of indifference.

"So you must be Oron. I assumed you lured these idiots here. They must have thought they were excellent detectives stepping into your trap without even knowing."

"As expected from a fellow Demonic Sorcerer. Most of them were stupid, but it all worked out for me. But I guess you have stalled long enough."

"Aye, they have gotten far enough." I coldly said, releasing a massive amount of qi from my body. "That was quite kind of you. You have my thanks.

Suddenly a massive whirlwind of wind and blood flooded my form as My gaze began to chill akin to ice. A stream of heat began to radiate from my body as I readied myself. He was different than those I fought before. My instincts were screaming, and running at this moment was not one of my options.

"Impressive, but it's far from enough, boy. This is my lair." Siad Orin with a mensassing grin.

Creating various signs with his fingers, I suddenly felt the Pale rider's blade against my neck. Cold sweat covered my back as a dark emerald symbol glimmered at the tip of his finger. A sickening hue flashed through Orin's eyes as he bellowed.

Suddenly a small ark appeared above Orin's head as I felt my body slowly becoming heavier. As if gravity was pressing down on me, I felt my very mind being crushed. My eyes quickly began to feel waited as my vision began to distort.

Hastily filling my entire body with darkness and Qi, I relaxed as the heavy pressure began to fade.

"Huh? How, how is that possible?" Orin shouted, flashing his white teeth. "This is a circle crafted by the Gods? That should not be possible. What is that darkness?"

"It's the sweetness," I shouted as sweat streamed from my chest before I bolted off like lighting. Arriving beside Orin almost instantly. A look of disbelief filled his gaze, but he was not my target but rather the prison hovering above his head, releasing a demonic emerald light.

With a slash that met with the natural speed of lighting, I felt the ligaments within my spear arm began to tear by the sheer speed and force of me splitting the Ark Prism in half. Blood began to leak from my lips as I glared at the Orin, retreating to a safe distance.

A horrifying expression filled his face as complex formation began to rise up from the chamber I was in.

"Shit on me and call me your bitch." I screamed, feeling the hairs on my neck begin to rise. Suddenly the entire room began to pulse with emerald light.

"This is bad; this entire room is a death trap!"