I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 435: Chapter 370: Void of Dushi Town

"Void... Enemy!"

In front of Qin Tian’s chest, the black monolith embedded in his necklace suddenly trembled, broke free from the chain’s bind, and transformed into a black rainbow shooting straight into the sky.

It swept over Qin Tian’s head, carrying the sound of breaking wind, and headed directly into the violent space portal.

The next moment, the monolith erupted with a radiant light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, purple... The seven-colored light unfolded in the portal like tangible silk.

The stone, initially only the size of a marble, rapidly expanded, transforming in an instant into a towering mountain, its body flowing with radiant light, resembling a divine peak suppressing Hell, stably embedded in the space rift.

Next, a shocking scene took place—the previously violently twisted space portal calmed visibly to the naked eye.

The radiant light didn’t shrink the rift forcefully like a sealing scroll, but instead, like scorching cement poured into a deep pit, seeped silently into the spatial void, gently yet firmly binding the torn edges together.

"What is... that?!" Lan Qiancheng exclaimed in disbelief, the despair in his eyes instantly replaced by sheer joy.

Dongfang Yu rapidly looked up, staring at that radiant mountain, his clenched fists slowly loosening, a look of delighted astonishment spreading across his face.

The warriors of the United Army also witnessed this scene, and their previously sinking morale, like ignited flames, soared to the peak. The hopeless gaze reignited with light, even their breath became rapid.

"Hold the portal! Don’t let the demons near!"

Someone shouted this first, and immediately, deafening battle cries resounded across the battlefield.

All the battle groups swiftly shifted formations, like a wall of mountains, firmly blocking the space portal.

The Spiritualists of the Silver Bloodline exerted their full ability, driving their Spiritual Energy to the extreme; geniuses of the Golden Bloodline spared nothing, their Bloodline Power rising like flames, all kinds of hidden cards played out—some using clan’s Spiritual Artifacts, some performing bloodline secret arts, some even consuming Elixirs that burn Life Force, their power multiplying instantly.

Dongfang Yu also no longer restrained himself, with a touch on his storage ring, a palm-sized wooden carving appeared in his hand.

The carving was entirely emerald green, as if carved from a chunk of top-quality jade, its surface etched with complex patterns flowing with a faint golden gleam, the Dongfang Family’s advanced heritage Spiritual Artifact—the Thousand-Hand Demon Suppression Statue.

As the strength of the Holy Blood Azure Wood rushed in like roaring rivers, the wooden carving visibly expanded.

Initially just palm-sized, within moments it grew to several feet high, then several dozen, a hundred feet... finally transforming into a towering statue several hundred meters tall, resembling the Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara from ancient myths, standing majestically on the land of the Dark Demon Realm.

The statue’s thousands of palms varied in form, some grasping towering trees, some holding emerald spheres, some pinching sharp wooden spears, and every palm was covered in a layer of gold pattern, exuding a sacred and dominant aura. The statue’s eyes were two massive green gemstones, gleaming with wisdom and majesty, seemingly able to perceive all world’s evils.

Standing on the lotus platform atop the statue, Dongfang Yu’s robes fluttered as his hands swiftly formed seals. With his motion, it was as if countless beings within the statue awakened, emitting a deafening humming.

The next moment, the Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue moved!

Thousands of palms descended like a cloud obscuring the sky, exerting a destroying force.

The palm grasping the massive tree swept across, a bone dragon over thirty meters long couldn’t dodge in time, struck hard by the tree, its large body flew out like a kite with a broken string, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible on the battlefield, finally crashing heavily to the ground, breaking into a pile of scattered dry bones.

The palm pushing the sphere unleashed a radiant green light, forming a huge energy shockwave. Wherever the shockwave passed, dozens of witch mages shrieked in agony, their proud defense spells proved fragile as paper against the green light, bodies quickly disintegrating into countless tiny light dots, along with their bone wands turning to ashes.

The palm pinching the wooden spear, like a precise missile, shot towards the fleeing Tier Six demons. The spear sliced through the air with a piercing sound, instantly piercing the chest of a Tier Six Undead Knight. Unable to believe it, the knight glanced down at the spear in his chest, his body withering rapidly, finally dissipating as a wisp of black smoke in the air.

Even more astounding, the statue’s palms could continuously spawn vines. These vines, like living giant pythons, emerged from the palms, quickly spreading out, wrapping and strangling groups of demons. Some vines grew sharp barbs, absorbing the demons’ energy once embedded into their bodies, making themselves thicker and tougher.

Within just a few breaths, the Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue acted like a terrifying grinder, clearing the demons around the space portal completely. The once densely packed demon horde vanished, leaving only a vast vacant area, the ground littered with demon remains and dark green blood, the air filled with a strong scent of blood and the freshness of vegetation.

Such a shocking scene spurred the United Army’s spirit to surge once again, the warriors roared loudly, their voices piercing through the gloom of the Dark Demon Realm, reaching the sky.

The initially exhausted bodies seemed injected with new energy, the hands gripping Weapons became firm and powerful again.

"Kill!"

The warriors shouted in excitement, stepping over companions’ corpses, crossing over demons’ remnants, their eyes burning with revenge and longing for victory.

At that moment, Qin Tian was also giving his all.

In the realm of darkness that was the demons’ home turf, the rich Dark Elements flooded into his body like tides, making him seem like a perpetual motion machine.

[Dark Necromancy] was pushed to the extreme, the demon corpses piled on the battlefield rose as if receiving commands, rushing at their kind, then self-exploding at the critical moment.

The blasts of Dark Energy surged one after another, each explosion clearing large areas. The destruction he inflicted on demons was second only to Dongfang Yu’s Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue.

The radiant light emitted by the monolith grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the dreary Dark Demon Realm like daylight, the seven-colored beams circulating through the clouds, resembling a heavenly rainbow bridge.

The space portal continued shrinking under the effect of the radiant light, the chaos on the portal’s edge gradually calming, those demons attempting to rush through were either purified by the radiant light or blocked by the mountain formed by the monolith, unable to advance a step.

Time passed on, each second felt like an entire century.

When the last streak of radiant light merged into the portal’s edge, the mountain formed by the monolith gradually sank, perfectly merging with the surrounding space.

Finally, at some moment—

The space portal vanished completely.

Only smooth void remained as if there had never been a rift before. The monolith’s glow gradually gathered away, transforming back into a black stone, falling from mid-air and caught steadily by Qin Tian.

The battlefield fell into a sudden silence.

The demons lost their target, roaring in confusion, unable to find the portal’s trace.

The warriors of the United Army stood stunned in place, staring at the empty void, taking long to react.

"It’s done... We did it!"

Not knowing who first shouted in joy, then tsunami-like cheers echoed throughout the Dark Demon Realm.

Dongfang Yu looked towards where the portal had disappeared, breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxed, a tired but satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Lan Qiancheng walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and they exchanged smiles, speaking volumes without words.

Qin Tian tightened his grip on the monolith, feeling its faint yet warm pulses, also breathing a long sigh of relief.

This immensely fierce battle was finally concluding.