I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 660: Chapter 92: Ambush, Talent Acquired

The wind and snow carried fragments of ice, carving a mournful howl across the ice field.

The four figures of Shengongsi Yuzuo and his companions swooped down like four ink lines from the horizon, landing steadily beside the snow-covered pile of corpses.

Shengongsi Yuzuo was the first to walk towards the massive corpse of the serpent’s body, which had long since frozen stiff, with a layer of white frost on its scales. Only the black blood at its severed neck remained slightly viscous, not entirely frozen.

He squatted down, his fingertips brushing over the severed neck—the cut was smooth and clean, with no signs of tearing at the edges, as if it had been sliced instantly by the sharpest blade.

He lifted his eyes to the fallen serpent’s head, where the terror in the serpent’s eyes was still clearly visible,

"A precise strike to the main brain, killed in one blow." Shengongsi Yuzuo’s eyes narrowed. The opponent was not only powerful but also knew the bloodline weaknesses of the eight-branched serpent.

Beitiao Hezi and the woman in purple, along with the burly man, dispersed to examine the other five corpses.

"The fatal wounds are all sword wounds, executed cleanly and efficiently. It should be the work of that man in black from the mirror image." Beitiao Hezi stood up, wiped the frost from his fingertips, and spoke with a heavy tone, "He single-handedly dealt with Hao Er and the five golden bloodline warriors, such power..."

"Find him." Shengongsi Yuzuo interrupted, standing up with a chill of killing intent surrounding him.

Beitiao Hezi nodded quickly and took out the ancient bronze mirror.

"Mirror Demon, use the aura at the scene to track the man in black!"

Essence blood dropped onto the surface of the mirror again, white silver light burst forth, and the illusory figure of the Mirror Demon appeared, its eyes spinning rapidly like vortices.

The weak aura that remained at the scene, almost swept away by the wind and snow, was drawn into the bronze mirror by invisible threads.

The mirror surface trembled violently, rippling like a lake hit by a stone, and a scene gradually cleared.

The screen showed a familiar ice field, with four figures standing by the pile of corpses—it was Shengongsi Yuzuo and his group themselves!

The serpent’s corpse at their feet and the scattered bodies around were identical to the current scene.

"He never left!" Shengongsi Yuzuo’s pupils contracted sharply, years of battle instincts instantly tensing his body, "Be careful!"

"Buzz—!"

Just as he spoke, the ice layer beneath their feet suddenly lit up with cyan-gold lines, intricately weaving like living creatures, forming a massive Eight Trigrams Array within moments.

Invisible suppression emanated from the array’s center. Shengongsi Yuzuo and his group felt their bodies grow heavy, and their Spiritual Energy ceased to flow smoothly, as if weighted by lead.

Simultaneously, a series of thunderous booms sounded, and towering ice walls rose tens of meters high, crossing each other as if forming a massive ice maze.

In the center of the thickest ice wall, an ice monument was embedded, inscribed with complex runes that radiated a terrifying suppression force.

"The Spiritual Energy... seems to be frozen!" The woman in purple looked slightly pale, her Energy running sluggishly through her meridians, her strength suppressed by at least thirty percent.

The others felt the same, their eyes showing a heavy concern.

"It’s the Wuhou Eight Trigrams Array! Retreat!" Shengongsi Yuzuo recognized the array immediately, the famed technique of the Zhuge Family, growing more formidable the longer it was maintained.

Although he himself was a Tier Seven, Seven Star Holy Blood and not afraid of confinement by the array, his three companions couldn’t endure for long.

Beitiao Hezi, the woman in purple, and the burly man all promptly energized, attempting to escape the array’s bounds.

Yet the Wuhou Eight Trigrams Array wasn’t famed under the Zhuge Family for being easily broken.

"Boom!"

The array suddenly burst with blinding cyan-gold light; the lines ignited like flames, and a pressure akin to a falling mountain crashed down.

While Shengongsi Yuzuo remained unfazed, Beitiao Hezi and the others staggered as if struck by a heavy hammer, their ascent halted instantly.

Next, countless lightning bolts as thick as water barrels erupted from the array’s center. Purple lightning crackled and rose, engulfing the four figures.

"Do not panic!" Shengongsi Yuzuo shouted coldly, his Spiritual Energy bursting outward, forming a massive shield around the three of them.

"Bang bang bang—!"

The violent lightning continuously battered the Spirit Shield, causing intense ripples on its surface, yet it never shattered.

Beitiao Hezi and the others leaned against the inside of the shield, their backs soaked in cold sweat as they watched the raging lightning outside.

"They set a trap for us... Good thing we have Lord Yuzuo!" The woman in purple muttered with lingering fear. If not for Shengongsi Yuzuo’s quick reaction, they would have been severely injured by the lightning pillars.

Shengongsi Yuzuo clenched his fists, his gaze icy cold, watching the four figures gradually appearing outside the array.

Above the ice wall, Qin Tian, Zhuge Yu, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng stood with their hands behind their backs, looking down at those trapped within the array, faint smiles on their faces.

"The Frost Realm Tablet and the Wuhou Eight Trigrams Array really are a perfect match~"

Qin Tian couldn’t help but marvel at the powerful suppression within the array.

Without the Wuhou Eight Trigrams Array, the Frost Realm Tablet’s freezing suppressive force could only indiscriminately cover a limited area. Once outside this area, the Tablet’s effect would vanish.

But the Wuhou Eight Trigrams Array constrained the Frost Realm Tablet’s power to a smaller range, enhancing the freezing suppression and making it difficult for outsiders to detect the Tablet within the ice walls.

"You cowardly bastards, who gave you the courage to ambush me?" Shengongsi Yuzuo’s voice pierced through the wind and snow like an ice pick, stomping his foot to shatter the ice layer beneath as his Spiritual Energy surged violently.