I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 672: Chapter 497: Devour and Evolve, Tier 8 Demon General (Part 2)

In the next second, the bodies of the four demons suddenly froze.

Crack, crack, crack~

Fine cracks like spider webs appeared on the icy armor covering their bodies, with purplish electrical sparks snapping sharply within the cracks.

Immediately after, with a booming sound, the ice armor shattered into countless ice crystal fragments and scattered everywhere.

Black and purple demon blood splattered out, and the massive bodies shattered like broken glass, bursting apart in mid-air into flying ash and scattered flesh, falling towards the spirit plant jungle below.

Qin Tian’s figure reappeared high in the sky, a hundred meters away, with the purple electricity on the Black Frost Long Saber slowly dissipating. The blade was clean without a trace of blood.

On one side of the battlefield, Dongfang Qi witnessed this scene, a look of intense surprise flashing in his eyes.

He initially thought Qin Tian would have to expend some effort, but he didn’t expect such a swift and clean kill—these were four peak Tier Six demons, even if it was him, he wouldn’t solve the battle faster than Qin Tian.

"Qin Tian, Seventh Bureau, Marshal Lin."

Dongfang Qi seemed to realize something, and a touch of sentiment appeared in his eyes. It seemed Marshal Lin had cultivated another remarkable figure.

"Indeed, it’s the power of the Ice God Race."

Qin Tian glanced down at the demon remnants. The power of ice released from the demons’ ice patterns was highly similar to that of the Ice God Race, indicating one thing: some demons had a mechanism to absorb power from the Ice God Race to evolve.

Once demons also gained control over the power of ice, the damage inflicted by the Ice God Race on them would naturally decrease significantly.

What on earth are these things?

Qin Tian frowned slightly. As of now, demons had shown several formidable abilities, such as fighting despite being flawed, maintaining combat power after thousands of years of slumber or being sealed, and this bizarre evolutionary power.

He temporarily suppressed these doubts in his heart, ready to charge with his blade into the demon horde again when suddenly, a suffocating aura erupted in the distant sky.

Pitch-black demonic qi rose to the sky like a wolf smoke stabbing into the heavens, accompanied by an incredibly dreadful chill, one that penetrated not merely the skin but pierced the soul like needles, as if to freeze consciousness into ice shards.

Whoosh——

A towering figure, dozens of meters high, flew from the end of the ice abyss. It was a double-horned Demon General, its spiral-shaped giant horns exuding a cold metallic gleam, with a physique solid like a moving mountain of flesh, muscles bulging and causing its black scaly armor to split with ghastly fissures.

Its body was covered in intertwined patterns, with black demon patterns and ice-blue spirit patterns coiling around each other, flowing alive beneath the scales, while its eyes were two deep pools of darkness. Wherever the gaze swept, even the air seemed to freeze.

"This aura... Tier Eight!" Qin Tian’s grip on the saber tightened abruptly, a look of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes.

Since entering the ruins, this was the first Tier Eight demon to appear, whereas the strongest among the Empire’s camp was only Tier Seven, Eight Stars.

The battlefield fell into a momentary dead silence.

The geniuses of the Golden Clan, who were fiercely fighting moments ago, each had changed expressions, and the Holy Blood geniuses also furrowed their brows, staring intently at the approaching Demon General with their spiritual energy operating to the extreme.

"Leave it to me."

At that moment, a steady and calm voice resonated through the sky.

Soon after, a brightly golden figure soared from the central camp, the aura of the Golden Sacred Dragon erupting suddenly, and a towering dragon-shaped silhouette appeared behind him.

It’s Ji Taiyan!

Holding a golden spear, with its tip accumulating radiant dragon flames, the bright yellow battle robe flapped in the fierce wind, the golden dragon pattern on his chest resonating with the dragon-shaped silhouette, charging straight at the towering Demon General.

The golden spear clashed with the giant claw of the Demon General, "clang" resounded with a clear ring, causing the void to hum.

Ji Taiyan somersaulted, dodging another claw swipe from the Demon General, the spear tip’s dragon flames surged, slicing towards the demon’s knee—which was the junction where the ice armor met.

The Demon General seemed clumsy but reacted swiftly, sweeping its stout leg bone across, filled with soul-freezing chill, forcing Ji Taiyan to whirl away.

"Roar!"

The twin horns of the Demon General lit up with ice-blue light, spewing out a jet of pitch-black demon flames that corroded the air into blackened marks wherever it passed.

Ji Taiyan fixed his gaze, the dragon-shaped silhouette behind him roared dramatically, the golden dragon scales unfurling, astonishingly using its dragon wings to directly meet the demon flame.

Amidst the sizzling sound of fire burning the dragon wings, he flicked his wrist, the spear like a snake out of its hole, precisely aiming at the left eye of the Demon General.

This spear strike came as swift as lightning.

With a "pfft" sound, the dragon spear pierced the demon’s eye, causing the Demon General to howl in pain, a roar that shook the heavens.

By now, Ji Taiyan had already retreated, watching the berserk demon with surging Golden Sacred Dragon aura flowing around him, the dragon-shaped silhouette behind him expanding from several meters to dozens of meters, its scales shining brilliantly in the daylight, and its dragon roar shaking the ice plain, terrifying even the distant fighting demons into quivering.

He wielded the spear with one hand, the spear shaft merging with the dragon-shaped silhouette, the radiant dragon flames cascading down the shaft, baking the surrounding snow into vapor.

"Die!"

With a deep shout, Ji Taiyan shot towards the Demon General like an arrow from a bowstring, the dragon spear dragging a long golden light trail, warping the space slightly as it passed.

Detecting a mortal threat, the Demon General’s ice armor suddenly thickened threefold, the ice-blue patterns flickering wildly, trying to muster the strongest defense. Yet this time, even before the dragon spear arrived, the dragon flame had already scorched the scales to smoke.

"Boom!"

The dragon spear hit the Demon General’s brow precisely, the Golden Dragon Flame erupted instantly, pouring into the Demon General’s skull.

The ice armor of the Demon General shattered like porcelain inch by inch, the black demonic qi burned away completely by the dragon flame, and Ji Taiyan twisted his wrist, stirring the spear shaft to thoroughly destroy the demon’s skull.

The massive body froze in mid-air, the darkness in its eyes quickly faded, then crashed heavily onto the ice field, creating a deep pit several meters wide.

Qin Tian’s actions down below momentarily halted, a ripple flashed in his eyes.

That must be the famed royal Holy Blood Martial Technique—Sacred Dragon Spear Technique.

Its power far exceeded his expectations—it’s not merely a simple strength enhancement but rather the perfect fusion of the Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline with martial techniques, elevating Ji Taiyan’s Tier Seven, Eight Stars spiritual energy to Tier Eight level, even shattering the skull of a Tier Eight Demon General with a single spear.

"Impressive, as expected of the renowned Martial Arts genius, Fifth Prince. Within a few moves, he took down a Tier Eight power."

"It’s said the prince mastered three Holy Blood Martial Techniques by the age of 14, with the Sacred Dragon Spear Technique being his most proficient one, and certainly it looks extraordinary now."

"The prince’s martial talent is entirely comparable to His Majesty back in the day, I think next..."

"Hush, be cautious, that’s not a topic for you and me to discuss recklessly."

Various discussions reached Qin Tian’s ears, offering deeper insights into Fifth Prince Ji Taiyan.

An exceptionally talented royal heir, a strong contender for the next Emperor.

Yet why would such a royal genius harbor antagonism towards him, whom he had never met?

Qin Tian frowned slightly, a layer of gloom surfaced in his heart.

Crack, crack, crack

Just as everyone thought the biggest trouble was solved, in the ice pit, the headless body of the Demon General started to move.

Its chest scale armor cracked open, revealing a pitch-black whirlpool-like black hole. The demons fighting below suddenly lost control and rose into the sky, transforming into thick, black goo, and were devoured aggressively by the black hole.

In mere moments, meat buds grew from the demon’s neck, bones regenerated with "crack", rapidly forming a head more terrifying than before, its eyes containing even a hint of bloodthirsty red glow.

"Not dead?" Ji Taiyan stopped in mid-air, looking at the Demon General standing again, frowning slightly.

The others witnessing this scene also showed signs of doubt in their eyes.

This guy could actually devour its kind to restore itself?

Watching the endlessly surging demon army around, everyone’s heart inevitably sank.