Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1592 445: The Final Battle (3) (Final Countdown: 5)

Infinite, mysterious formation sigils manifested within the void, coiling around the hulking form of Yingying.

Then, amidst the thunderous echoes of warfare, a legion of Judgment Red Shadows sprinted forward, merging seamlessly into these shifting patterns.

The deep crimson of their blood-soaked power instantly bled into the formation, staining it a violent, dark red.

In the blink of an eye, these countless sigils were imprinted across the entirety of Yingying’s frame.

This sudden surge of reinforcement caused Yingying’s presence to swell exponentially, instantly suppressing the True Dragon King standing before it!

This was the Nine Nether Pavilion's forbidden secret technique, “Soul Shepherd Technique” — the No-Life Killing Formation!

Within the Soul Shepherd Technique, this stands as the only secret technique comparable to the myriad soul return. Though it demands fewer spirits to function, its other requirements are far more grueling.

It necessitates the preliminary usage of a secret technique to refine those spirits over the span of a hundred years!

A century of patient refinement, all condensed into a single explosive burst of power!

It let out a prolonged chant, its aura skyrocketing as it faced the True Dragon King. Behind it, twin blood-red pupils, vast as an abyss, suddenly tore open the veil of reality.

The irises of these eyes resembled bottomless voids, appearing to harbor a terrifying, infinite purgatory.

A moment later, a crimson glare bathed the entire sky in light.

“Ah!!!”

Simultaneously, on another flank of the battlefield, the Nightmare King, usually shrouded in ghostly mystery, began to tremble uncontrollably while emitting a harrowing, shrill cry.

Its eyes—which had long sowed terror and nightmares into the hearts of others—were now glazed with absolute dread, as if it had been plunged into an inescapable, agonizing phantasm, its visage twisting into a grotesque display of illusion.

Before it stood Xie Venerate, whose demeanor remained remarkably serene.

Within the unseen clash of the spiritual realm, Xie Venerate, sitting merely a hair’s breadth from the mythic rank, had wasted no time in securing a decisive victory.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a deafening resonance, the Nightmare King’s physical vessel slowly dissolved into the ether.

As its nightmare path began to fray and vanish into the world, Xie Venerate effortlessly wiped away the final, lingering remnants.

The Nightmare King had fallen!

“A pathetic wretch, obsessed with dragging all existence into its personal nightmares, only to be consumed by its own eternally,” Xie Venerate remarked coolly.

It possessed no affinity for the nightmare path; it had simply magnified the Nightmare King’s own inner darkness, compelling it to collapse under the weight of its own trauma.

Through that intense spiritual confrontation, Xie Venerate had unraveled every secret of the Nightmare King.

Who could have guessed that such a terrifying monster originated from a species naturally gifted at soothing the minds of others?

It was a Dream Spirit, a mid-level spirit-type king race.

This species possessed the unique ability to absorb, ingest, and neutralize the negative spiritual energy from other beasts to bolster their own cultivation.

Because of this innate talent, Dream Spirits typically fostered harmonious, symbiotic relationships with a multitude of other beast races.

However, the Nightmare King was a rare anomaly.

It was a Dream Spirit born with a defective potential.

Whereas its kin could purify harmful negative energy during digestion to enhance their strength, the Nightmare King lacked this vital faculty.

Consequently, it became tainted by the very energy it tried to consume. This corruption rendered its temperament dangerously volatile, leading to its exile from the tribe.

Once cast out, it began gorging itself on negative spiritual energies without restraint, eventually becoming nothing more than a vessel for chaotic malice.

Usually, such a construct would inevitably self-destruct amidst its own discordant nightmares.

Yet, despite its broken nature, the Nightmare King possessed an extraordinary, stubborn talent.

Even amidst such deep-seated corruption, it clung desperately to a sliver of consciousness, channeling those negative spiritual energies into the rigid structure of its nightmare rules.

To prevent these rules from rebounding against it, the Nightmare King was forced to perpetually infect other beings with nightmares, forcing them to endure unimaginable suffering.

This vicious cycle only served to amplify its nightmare rules, which in turn invited a more potent backlash.

Caught in this spiral, the Nightmare King transformed into the most bloodthirsty creature under the command of the Time Master.

Countless innocents perished miserably in the nightmares it wove night after night.

To Xie Venerate, this extreme, singular path was riddled with fatal vulnerabilities.

It provided a fleeting burst of power, yet birthed a lifetime of hidden perils.

Withdrawing its focus from the void where the Nightmare King had perished, Xie Venerate surveyed the battlefield with mild interest.

In an instant, the remaining six kings, regardless of their current predicaments, all cast nervous and wary looks toward Xie Venerate.

They cursed the Nightmare King for its failure to stall Xie Venerate, while a dark sense of encroaching doom settled over them.

Xie Venerate’s intervention in any of their fights would signal a swift conclusion to the struggle!

Once one fight ended, two mythic-ranked beings would be freed, causing a chain reaction that would settle the remaining battles rapidly.

The momentum would turn catastrophic!

Perceiving the dread among the six kings, a playful glint sparkled in Xie Venerate's eyes.

Since these little ones viewed this clash as an intra-team trial, Xie Venerate saw no reason to involve itself.

However, another figure caught its attention...

Xie Venerate shifted its gaze periodically, a flicker of genuine intrigue crossing its expression.

Could this be the Rong Venerate that Lin Su spoke of?

It appeared to be in no need of any assistance whatsoever.

Where Xie Venerate’s focus landed, the duel between Rong Venerate and the King of Space was already reaching a fever pitch.

The King of Space was weaving intricate webs across the void using countless spatial rifts, hiding them skillfully within the fabric of reality, completely invisible to the eyes of the ordinary.