Diego almost exhausted his energy with that palm attack. It was as if the air was torn apart. None of the disciples stopped Diego as they glared at Darryl with a cold look in their eyes.

'This guy wants to die. How dare he spit on Diego?'

'He deserves to die!'

'D*mn it.'

Darryl cursed silently and started to panic when he saw Diego's hand reaching for him. 'I was just reborn. It would be too unfair if I died from a palm attack.'

He wanted to dodge the attack, but he was so weak he could not even get to his feet, let alone avoid an attack. Seeing the palm attack approaching his chest and Darryl hurried to raise his arms in front of his body. He knew it would not help much, but it was better than just sitting still and waiting for death.

At that moment, Darryl thought he was certainly going to die. However, as he raised his arms, the marks on his arms radiated and flashed red. Then, a strange energy covered Darryl. It was the Red Lotus Fayette energy that was hidden inside of Darry