I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 927: Chapter 611: Demon Sword Execution Array, A Complete Victory (Part 2)

This kind of method is simply defying the heavens.

Throughout the battle, Qin Tian displayed a variety of formidable abilities such as space, lightning, fire, the Demon King’s Black Wings, and power explosion.

This made him, a higher-up in the Blood Demon Cult, doubt who truly belongs to the Blood Demon Cult?

Anger and unwillingness burned in his heart, but after all his years on the battlefield, his mind far surpassing ordinary people, he quickly forced himself to calm down after a moment of rage.

He clearly realized that the current situation was extremely unfavorable for him. The defeat of the White Tiger of Purgatory was already certain, and once Yang Lingfeng dealt with the White Tiger of Purgatory, he would have his hands free. He, along with the other two Tier Eight Beastman Golems, would be unable to resist Yang Lingfeng’s terrifying sword momentum. At that time, only a path leading to death awaits him.

Therefore, he must find a way to retreat, as long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Even if he returns to the Blood Demon Cult, he will endure the cult leader’s thunderous anger and face severe punishment, but no matter what, he is still a Tier Eight powerhouse; the cult leader will not easily take his life.

Surviving means there’s a chance for a comeback in the future.

Just when the masked man made up his mind, secretly accumulating energy, ready to seize the opportunity to retreat, that earth-shattering final showdown also finally reached its end.

The White Tiger of Purgatory was riddled with injuries, with Sword Intent at the severed arm still crazily eroding, yet its innate brutality and pride did not allow it to die in such a disgraceful manner.

It raised its tiger head and let out a piercing roar that shook the ice field. This roar was filled with unwillingness and despair, and also contained the final madness.

Amid the roar, the White Tiger of Purgatory exerted all its strength, with dark red Purgatory aura frantically surging and merging. Behind it, a massive White Tiger Divine Statue slowly emerged.

The statue was entirely pitch-black, covered with blood-colored patterns, eyes crimson, fangs protruding, surrounded by rich Purgatory Demonic Qi, resembling a Demon King from the deepest depths of Purgatory, exuding earth-shattering pressure, causing even the entire ice field to tremble violently.

"Roar——!"

The White Tiger Divine Statue let out a roar, merging the White Tiger of Purgatory’s massive physique with the statue, transforming into a dazzling blood-colored meteor, carrying the overwhelming power to destroy everything, wildly rushing towards Yang Lingfeng suspended in mid-air.

This was its final killing move, exhaust everything, only to drag Yang Lingfeng to perish together.

Facing this desperate backlash, there was no trace of fear in Yang Lingfeng’s eyes, instead a sharp cold glint flashed.

He raised the Azure Blade Sword in his hand high, the pressure from the sword realm once again surged, golden light and sword rhythm intertwined, as he let out a low shout:

"Demon-Slaying Sword Formation!"

Before the words fell, countless golden Sword Qi erupted from the Azure Blade Sword, rapidly intertwining and merging in the air, forming a massive golden sword formation above. On the sword formation, runes flowed, sword rhythm surged, exuding overwhelming power to purify all evils, dyeing the entire sky gold.

The moment the sword formation formed, countless Sword Qi poured down like torrential rain, firmly locking onto the blood-colored meteor. Every Sword Qi carried the enchantment power to break demons and sharpness, crashing precisely onto the blood-colored meteor.

"Boom——!!!"

The violent explosion sound shook the heavens and earth, as the blood-colored meteor and golden sword formation collided, dark red Purgatory Demonic Qi and golden Sword Qi madly intertwined and annihilated, energy aftermath swept across the four directions, smashing the ice surface into pieces, snow and rubble flew everywhere, snow mist filled the sky.

However, at this moment, how could the cornered White Tiger of Purgatory be Yang Lingfeng’s opponent?

The White Tiger Divine Statue continually disintegrated under the sword formation’s erosion, and the White Tiger of Purgatory’s aura became increasingly weak.

Yang Lingfeng’s eyes narrowed, seizing this fleeting flaw, his figure like a streamer, instantly shuttling to the front of the White Tiger of Purgatory.

The Azure Blade Sword concentrated the power of Sword Dao Mysteries and Immortal Soldier’s blessing, fiercely slashing down at the head of the White Tiger of Purgatory!

This sword, swift as lightning, unstoppable like cutting through bamboo, without any hindrance, directly landed on the tiger’s head of the White Tiger of Purgatory.

"Slash——!"

The crisp sound of the sharp blade entering flesh resonated, golden Sword Qi instantly pierced through the tiger’s head, the massive body of the White Tiger of Purgatory abruptly stiffened, its crimson eyes instantly lost their light, and the White Tiger Divine Statue behind it disintegrated completely, turning into dark red mist, dissipating into the air.

Its gigantic tiger head, carrying unwillingness and despair, neatly severed from the neck, crashed onto the ice surface, triggering one last violent tremor, dark sticky blood gushed out, staining a large area of the ice field.

Tier Eight Beastman Royal Family, White Tiger of Purgatory, fallen!

Yang Lingfeng stood suspended in mid-air, the sword rhythm around him undissipated, his expression calm, as if he had only slain an ant, that composed and unhurried demeanor displayed the elegance of a Sword Immortal.

Finished!

Completely finished!

Witnessing this scene, the masked man felt chilled all over, a wave of despair rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

He no longer cared about capturing Qin Tian, nor about the precious Human Puppet Golems.

Spiritual Energy erupted with a roar, he instantly transformed into a streamer, without any hesitation, dashed towards the depths of the ice field.

"Trying to run?"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Lingfeng’s eyes. The next moment, he loosened his wrist, and the Azure Blade Sword in his hand abruptly detached, the sword’s body surged with golden light, the runes rapidly flowing, transforming in mid-air into a dazzling golden streamer, accompanied by a clear sword cry, chasing straight towards the direction where the masked man fled.

Flying Sword Control

The masked man felt the sharp Sword Qi coming from behind, terrified his soul flew away and scattered, frantically activating Spiritual Energy, only wanting to speed up and escape.

At the same time, he suddenly swung his hands, dozens of pitch-black ghost chains erupted from his body, intertwining into an impenetrable ghost net behind, attempting to block the flying sword’s pursuit.

Yet he underestimated the Azure Blade Sword with the Immortal Soldier’s blessing, also underestimated Yang Lingfeng’s Flying Sword technique.

The golden flying sword seemed to have its own consciousness, swift like a fish, flexibly weaving through the countless ghost chains, dodging all obstructions, sometimes piercing, sometimes slashing, each move precise and vicious, containing unparalleled sharp Sword Intent, not giving the masked man a chance to breathe.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The piercing sound of metal striking rang out continuously, the ghost chains and the flying sword collided again and again. Each collision, the ghost chains were slashed by the flying sword’s edge, revealing a deep crack, ghost qi continually dissipated.

The masked man exerted all his strength controlling the ghost chains to resist, forehead veins bulged, face pale, even so, he still could not stop the flying sword’s onslaught.

Just a few collisions later, with a "crack" sound, those originally extremely hard ghost chains capable of tearing Tier Eight defenses were completely cut apart by the flying sword.

Without the obstruction of the ghost chains, the flying sword, as if entering an empty realm, with dazzling golden light rushed to the masked man’s back.

"Ah——!!!"

Piercing screams echoed across the ice field, the flying sword precisely swept past, first brutally severing one of the masked man’s arms, blood gushed out, the arm crashed down.

Before the masked man could react, the flying sword shuttled again, a flash of cold light, the other arm and both legs were neatly cut off, leaving only a mangled body, heavily smashed onto the ice surface, resembling a mutilated human swine, the appearance extremely tragic.

The masked man lay on the ice, body twitching, letting out heart-wrenching screams, eyes filled with fear and despair.

Yang Lingfeng stood suspended in mid-air, coldly watching the wailing masked man on the ice, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

Then, he activated his Divine Thought, and the golden flying sword promptly turned direction, transforming into a streamer, swiftly heading towards the two Tier Eight Beastman Golems near Qin Tian.

"Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

A few crisp sounds of the sharp blade entering flesh resonated, without any hindrance, the flying sword easily sliced off the limbs of both the frenzy Behemoth and the devil-eyed Ghost Cat.

The massive bodies of the two Tier Eight Beastman Golems crashed down heavily, emitting dull thuds, their mangled bodies slightly twitched on the ice surface, completely losing combat power.

All Tier Eights were executed, the remaining Tier Seven Golems were swiftly dealt with by Qin Tian and Robert in just a few moves.

Thus, this drama of luring the snake out of its hole, although filled with unexpected turns, eventually evolved into a fierce battle, but ultimately concluded with a complete victory on Qin Tian’s side, a satisfactory end.