I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 877: Chapter 589: Ghost King’s Blood Eyes, Crushing Defeat

The cold wind grew increasingly biting, howling as it swept across the battlefield, stirring up a sky filled with blood-soaked snow and shattered battle armor. The piercing screams, the clash of weapons, and explosions of energy intertwined, echoing over the snowy plains. The snow beneath had long been soaked with blood, dark red stains frozen in the cold wind and again covered by falling corpses, turning the entire snowy expanse into a glaring scarlet, as if it were a purgatory on earth.

Qin Tian stood on the blood-colored snowfield, his gaze calmly resting on Hei Mu Tong.

The Eternal Ghost Eye, truly deserving of its title among the Empire’s top ten Pupil Skills.

The ghostly sound that reaches directly to the soul, the ghostly illusion realm that devours willpower, combined with the various telekinesis secret techniques that Hei Mu Tong skillfully controls, complementing each other with boundless power.

For any ordinary Tier Seven Spiritualist, even a Spirit Mage at the peak of Tier Seven, facing such dense and bizarre soul attacks, their soul would likely have already shattered.

Unfortunately, Hei Mu Tong picked the wrong opponent.

Even without relying on the Divine Venerable’s innate boost, just with Xiao Bai’s soul protection and the engulfing soul flame, all of Hei Mu Tong’s soul attacks would struggle to penetrate Qin Tian’s defenses, let alone harm his soul in the slightest.

“I’ve already experienced the power of the Eternal Ghost Eye, and it’s indeed impressive.”

Qin Tian looked at Hei Mu Tong, his aura turning sharp, his tone cold: “However, if these are all the tricks you have without any other trump cards, then this battle should be over.”

Upon hearing this, Hei Mu Tong did not respond. He listened to the series of shrill screams around him, his eyes growing icier, telekinesis surging. The black jade amulet on his chest was gradually covered with fine cracks under the telekinetic impact, the cracks continuously spreading, emitting a slight cracking sound.

The next moment—

Crack!

Boom!

The black jade suddenly shattered, turning into countless black fragments. An overwhelming soul power far surpassing Tier Seven burst forth like a waking volcano, instantly sweeping over the entire battlefield.

The void twisted violently, and behind Hei Mu Tong, a black ghostly figure a hundred zhang tall slowly took shape, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, concealing all the daylight. Even the cold wind seemed to stagnate under the weight of this terrifying aura.

The ghostly figure was tightly shrouded in thick black mist, its body immense and indistinct, only vaguely resembling a humanoid silhouette. Only the pair of blood-red vertical pupils on its head stood out clearly, like two hanging blood moons, exuding a ghastly and bloodthirsty glow.

As soon as it appeared, an immense and unmatched soul pressure spread throughout—the pressure was non-discriminatory yet made every living being on the battlefield feel their soul weighed down, as if burdened by a mountain, their movements involuntarily slowing down. Whether it was the soldiers of the Moon Ghost Army or the warriors of the Ice Extreme Pass, undisguised fear surfaced in their eyes.

“What is that thing?!”

Someone cried out in shock, their voice trembling, barely able to hold onto their weapon.

High above, Yagyu Saburo, who had been forced into retreat by Robert’s Black Dragon Armament, saw the hundred-zhang ghostly figure, and the embarrassment and anxiety in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a strong expectation and ecstasy.

That’s right!

This was the ultimate trump card left by the Black Wood Clan for Hei Mu Tong—the Ghost King’s Blood Eyes, a true Tier Eight telekinesis secret technique!

This secret technique could easily pierce the soul defenses of anyone below Tier Eight. Even the Leng Family, the most skilled in soul defense in the Empire, would inevitably get hurt if their cultivation wasn’t at Tier Eight.

Once Qin Tian’s soul was damaged, Hei Mu Tong could use his Tier Seven Nine Stars Spiritual Mind Master strength to turn Qin Tian into a Soul Slave, and by then, the battle would completely reverse!

“Hei Mu-kun, I’ll leave the rest to you!”

Yagyu Saburo chanted silently, rekindling hope in his eyes, and his offensive grew even fiercer.

On the other side, the generals of Ice Extreme Pass felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

“This is a Tier Eight mental secret technique.”

Ran Tu thrust his spear to force the enemy back, his gaze swept over the Ghost King’s phantom, his heart tightened, and worry surfaced on his face.

A Tier Eight mental secret technique is practically a deadly technique for Spiritualists below Tier Eight.

Can the Military Lord really withstand it?

If the Military Lord fell, the current lopsided situation would completely reverse to an assault position.

Not only him, but many leaders of the White Tiger Legion, Xue Wuyang, Kane, among others, also wore expressions of worry and tension on their faces.

In stark contrast to them, Li Qi, Xiong, Terreda, the Old Ghost, and others, just glanced and then focused more intently on the battlefield, composed to an alarming degree.

This minor scene, the boss can definitely handle it easily, there’s no need for them to worry.

…

Hei Mu Tong stood in front of the Ghost King’s phantom. The previously cold and dark Eternal Ghost Eye had now completely turned blood-red, echoing the Ghost King’s Blood Eyes.

At this moment, he had achieved a soul unification with the Ghost King, capable of controlling the Ghost King without hindrance to serve him.

Without any hesitation, with a thought, Hei Mu Tong directly controlled the Ghost King to unleash the strongest illusion technique—Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Devourer. From the Ghost King’s pair of blood-red vertical pupils, a glaring scarlet light burst forth, with a wave of invisible telekinesis instantly shrouding Qin Tian, invading deep into his soul.

The next moment, the scenery around Qin Tian changed suddenly, the battlefield slaughter, blood-colored snowfield all disappeared, leaving only an endless ghostly domain. Under the pitch-black sky, countless vengeful ghosts howled and surged, each one exceedingly sinister, fanged and exposed, filled with intense resentment and killing intent, swarming toward him, as if intending to completely tear apart and devour his soul.