The legendary warrior

Chapter 1365 The Arrival Of A Demi-saint

A sudden hush descended upon the area. Needless to say, Ricky's performance had shocked everyone.

Just now, he had used an offensive skill that absorbed his opponents' lifespan and added it to his own.

They had never heard of such a skill, let alone seen it used by anyone before.

Perhaps, some of them had heard of it, but only when it had been used for evil means. They all felt like this was the first time someone had applied such an exceptional skill for aboveboard reasons. There was no trace of evil on Ricky at all.

Those who saw what had happened couldn't help but feel intimidated by Ricky. As for the devils, they were terrified.

'It seems that I will never be able to overtake him.'

As Peter gazed at Ricky's towering facade, a confusing mix of feelings pulled at his heartstrings. Of course, he was happy about his friend's success, but he also felt slightly frustrated at the same time. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"This isn't surprising at all, Peter, since he was once an incredible demi-spiritual emperor."

Claire must have noticed Peter's discouragement, so she tried to comfort him through telepathy. "Incredible demi-spiritual emperors are exceedingly rare, and several eras could pass with only one in existence."

"I understand."

Peter sighed.

In fact, he had already decided not to fight Ricky, even before Claire said all these things to him.

It would be stupid, as he would be the only one hurt if he insisted on fighting a powerful warrior like Ricky.

'Borrowing Life from Death. Once again, it has worked wonders for me. Indeed, it has yet to disappoint me!' Ricky thought with great excitement as he felt his lifespan exponentially increase. He could tell that after absorbing the three devils' life essence, the life he had sacrificed to activate the skill of Travel Back Through Time had already been restored.

And even though the devils' life essence contained some of their evil nature, it wasn't a big deal for Ricky. After all, he had the Devourer Zone, which could dispel the evil nature very well.

Once Ricky recovered the life essence he had consumed, he immediately deactivated the skill of Borrowing Life from Death.

This was because he had excellent self-control. He wouldn't allow himself to be tainted.

Although it was a righteous Omnipotent Skill that he had comprehended from the Life and Death Zone, he couldn't let himself enjoy it too much. Otherwise, he could get drunk on its power and get carried away with absorbing other creatures' lives. If that happened, he would be no different from a real evil creature.

And Ricky couldn't allow that to happen.

Thus, to prevent that from happening, he gave himself three stringent conditions. Only when these conditions were met would he allow himself to use the skill of Borrowing Life from Death.

First, his life must be consumed. Second, he could only use it on an enemy he considered unforgivable, someone who didn't deserve any mercy, such as the devil race. Lastly, he must be in grave danger, or if he had no other choice.

After all, Ricky was not a selfless guy. He had to prioritize his safety as well.

The three devils had deteriorated so much because Ricky had absorbed most of their life essence. Even though he had deactivated the skill of Borrowing Life from Death, these devils had no hopes of surviving already. He quickly killed them and seized their arms with not much effort.

"That's great! The temptation to increase your lifespan is in front of you, but you can still restrain yourself. How impressive!"

Seeing that Ricky had stopped using the skill of Borrowing Life from Death of his own volition, the Dragon Intent Grass praised him at once.

"This Omnipotent Skill is a double-edged sword. I have to use it well, or else I'll risk hurting myself and those close to me. This restraint is crucial in using that skill,"

replied Ricky.

"I think you already have all the qualifications to become a supreme master. The only thing you lack is time," the Dragon Intent Grass remarked. "In fact, I think you are the strongest warrior I know."

"Ha-ha, you flatter me! Thank you," Ricky answered, smiling brightly.

"Guys, it's time to end this battle!" He then turned to Mordechai and other companions, his voice pulling them from their shocked reverie.

They didn't know how long they would have gawked in shock if Ricky hadn't reminded them to move.

And before long, they successfully destroyed this stronghold.

The warriors from the continent were overjoyed. After all, they wouldn't just get points from this, but they had also killed the continent's enemies and contributed in that way.

However, their happiness only lasted for a moment.

Just as they thought they had won the battle, an incomparably powerful evil spirit appeared out of nowhere. Its menacing aura instantly shrouded the entire area, forming a world of evil spirit.

In a split second, the space was sealed.

Ricky and the others were equally shocked, for they could feel that an incredibly powerful evil presence was approaching. Only an upper spiritual emperor at peak state or a demi-saint could transform this space into a world of evil spirit, and that was happening at this moment. Whoever it was had managed to hide their presence from them and even blocked the space so no one could escape.

Ricky and the others couldn't help exchanging glances as fear took shape in their hearts.

No matter how talented they were, all of them were innately frightened of powerful enemies and death. They didn't show it on their faces, but the unknown presence terrified all of them.

In sharp contrast, the devils from the Black Poison Devil tribe looked thrilled. They thought they were going to die, but it looked like someone had come to save them.

The approaching presence was undoubtedly a master of the devil race. They were saved!

In the next second, a figure clothed in blood-colored clothes appeared. It was a young man who had a potent blood-red evil spirit around him, and it felt incredibly potent like the man had just bathed in blood.

The young man looked like a demon and had a small crimson horn on his head.

'He must have one of the eight main blood powers of the devil race, the Crimson Devil blood power!' Ricky realized immediately when he sensed the young man's aura.

After all, he was no stranger to this kind of blood power. It was the same blood power he had encountered back in the human devil's ancestral land. Kurt and Rodger had the same blood power.

Also, he could feel the young man's energy, and it felt eerily similar to that of a real saint.

This young man was undoubtedly a demi-saint from one of the eight major bloodlines of the devil race —the Crimson Devil tribe.

Of course, Mordechai and the other warriors could also sense the young man's power, so they knew he was a demi-saint. This crushed the hope in their hearts, and any trace of their previous cheerfulness now disappeared. After all, the difference between their strength was too vast. They couldn't resist him at all.

"Sir, they dare to make trouble for our devil race! Please help us! Save us!"

As soon as the demi-saint was within sight, the creatures of the Black Poison Devil tribe immediately fell to their knees, kowtowing pitifully.

"I'll take care of this. You can leave now!"

the young man responded lightly.

"Thank you, sir!" At once, the devils from the Black Poison Devil tribe hastily left with their tails between their legs.

'Damn it! If I had known this would happen, I would have killed those pests earlier, or at least before this young man arrived, '

Ricky thought to himself, scowling.

At this moment, he had lost all hope. He thought that this demi-saint would be the death of him.

Once the devils from the Black Poison Devil tribe left, the young man turned to Ricky with an eyebrow raised and said, "You are nobody special; only one of the many warriors of the continent. But despite your mediocrity, I noticed that you used an impressive Omnipotent Skill earlier. Now, tell me the cultivation method and spell. If you do, I will spare your life."

'Is this guy interested in the skill of Borrowing Life from Death?' Ricky wondered, slightly surprised by the devil's words.

"You are going to spare my life? Don't make me laugh! I'm not stupid to believe a devil's promises," replied Ricky coldly. "I can pray to anyone, but I will never pray to the devil race."

He firmly believed that only idiots would believe what a devil said.

Hearing Ricky's words, the young man responded with much disdain, "You are just another brat from the continent who thinks too highly of himself. Do you think you can fight me? Well, think again!" After pausing for a moment, he continued, "I'll take you to the Devil Land, where you will go through so much torture that you'll wish you were dead! We'll see how long you can hold on then. I'm sure that you'll beg for your life and cry like the brat you are."

After saying that, the devil condensed his blood-red evil spirit and shaped it into two enormous hands. One of them moved to grab Ricky, while the other one moved towards Mordechai and others.