I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 680: Chapter 501: The Fourth Holy Blood Talent

Da da da~

A small figure slowly emerged from the area where the Demonic Qi was most intense.

It was less than five feet tall, its body hunched like a dried-up old tree root, entirely black as ink, with skin clinging tightly to its bones, devoid of any hair, resembling a bald black monkey.

Its limbs were thin yet unusually strong, the sharp claws extending from its fingertips glimmering with a ghostly green cold light, measuring three inches long; its head slightly bowed, revealing a pair of crimson eyes through the gaps of its tousled black hair, its chilling gaze fixated on Qin Tian, displaying unabashed greed, as if assessing a rare treasure.

Qin Tian’s brows furrowed sharply, his gaze instinctively sweeping to the ice platform—the originally robust black knuckle had unexpectedly shrunk by a significant margin, the skin dry and wrinkled, like the withered wood that had lost all its moisture.

It seemed that this petite demon creature was actually a transformation of the power split from that finger, and judging by his perception, its strength was above Tier Seven.

"What kind of monster is this..." Qin Tian thought, startled. Just a finger segment could manifest a Tier Seven demon—it was terrifying to imagine the power a complete body would possess.

At least Tier Nine, half-body level.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but think of Zhuge Yu, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng, who were scattered throughout the treasury—could they also have encountered similar strange existences?

As soon as the thought arose, the black monkey-like demon creature let out a sharp, strange cry, its figure suddenly transforming into a black line, charging fiercely at Qin Tian with a sound of tearing through the air.

The speed was so fast that it caused Qin Tian’s pupils to slightly contract.

"Come on!"

Qin Tian reacted swiftly, his wrist turning, the Black Frost Blade crackling with purple electricity as it slashed horizontally, aiming precisely at the demon creature’s arm. With a muffled "puff" sound, the blade struck the demon’s black skin, but instead of the anticipated burst of blood, it seemed as though it had struck inflated rubber, forcibly bouncing off the blade and leaving only a shallow white mark.

The demon creature let out a piercing scream, its figure suddenly accelerating, like a whirlwind moving swiftly around Qin Tian.

Its sharp claws swung out continuously like a storm, each time aiming directly at Qin Tian’s throat, heart, forehead, and other vital points, the wind from its claws carrying dense Demonic Qi that caused a corrosive sound upon contact with Qin Tian’s protective spiritual energy.

Qin Tian didn’t dare to be careless, wielding the Black Frost Blade in his hand to form an impenetrable screen of blades, the sound of clashing "ting ting tang tang" incessantly ringing. The spiritual energy within him was operating at full power, and the purple electricity around him erupted like a web, forcibly dispersing the surrounding Demonic Qi and revealing the original appearance of the ice cave.

The two fiercely battled in the narrow ice cave, the aftermath of their combat continuously impacting the ice walls, large chunks of ice falling from the top and hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Qin Tian was inwardly startled; the sturdiness of this ice cave far exceeded his imagination—the aftermath of a Tier Seven fighter’s battle was enough to flatten a small town in the outside world, yet here, apart from some ice blocks falling, the entire mountain remained as stable as Mount Tai, without a hint of collapse, clearly reinforced with a special solidifying enchantment.

"I don’t believe you can withstand a few of my cuts!"

Qin Tian’s eyes surged with fierce determination, his foot suddenly stomping the ground, causing the ice surface to crack like a spider web.

He took advantage of the momentum to spin and sweep, the Black Frost Blade buzzing with vibrations, its blade suddenly engulfed in a surge of purple electricity, like a furious dragon breaking free from its restraints, coiling around the blade and instantly condensing into a Thunder Blade Qi several zhang long—tearing through the air with a rumbling thunder sound, it swung fiercely towards the black monkey-like demon creature.

The demon’s crimson pupils contracted sharply, letting out a sharp strange roar, its sturdy arms instantly covered with three thick layers of dark magic armor, decisively raising its hand to block.

In the moment the blade met the magic armor, Qin Tian lightly uttered a word: "Explode!"

The domineering mark that had long been attached to the demon creature suddenly detonated.

Invisible energy surged like a tide, gnawing away at the demon’s defense, the 40% extra Armor-Piercing damage instantly maxing out, the magic armor crumbling like fragile porcelain, allowing the Thunder Blade Qi to cut in smoothly, slicing off the entire arm of the demon with a clean "poof" sound.

The blackened arm fell to the ground, still twitching slightly, soon turning into a puddle of viscous Demonic Qi.

But this injury meant nothing to the demon creature—that puddle of Demonic Qi seemed alive, rising into the air and swiftly gathering towards the wound on its severed arm, almost recomposing.

However, Qin Tian had already anticipated this; he never intended to resolve the opponent by severing limbs.

This demon creature lacked real flesh and blood, relying solely on the original power of the finger segment on the stone platform—even if its head was severed, it could regroup with Demonic Qi.

His true target had always been that shrunken black finger segment!

Taking advantage of the demon creature’s momentary distraction in controlling the Qi to heal, Qin Tian’s figure darted to the stone platform’s side as if teleporting, Black Frost Blade flipping in his hand, slashing toward the finger segment on the ice platform like lightning.

"Roar—!" The creature sensed the deadly threat, letting out a heart-wrenching shriek, its body surrounded by burst Demonic Qi, transforming into a black line charging like mad, its claw pointing straight at Qin Tian’s back, attempting to force him to defend.

But no matter how fast its speed, it couldn’t match Qin Tian’s long-prepared blade.

At the moment the blade fell, the black finger segment on the stone platform erupted suddenly, dense Demonic Qi condensed on its surface forming a thick black shield, the shield full of eerie blood-colored patterns.

But Qin Tian’s slash was infused with his entire spiritual energy, the Power of Thunder surging through the blade furiously—an ear-splitting "clank" resounded, the black shield crumbling like rotten wood, the blade unhindered slicing into the finger segment.