I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 628 - 479: Crushing, Formidable, Revival (Part 2)

Yet in that instant, a far more powerful aura burst forth from the rear.

Karen spun around, his pupils shrinking abruptly.

He beheld Qin Tian extending a pair of shadowy wings from his back, their rims etched with golden demonic motifs, beating with an imperial dark force instead of any bloody menace.

This was precisely the "Demon King’s Wings" from the Night Emperor’s bloodline!

Shock and bewilderment filled Karen's gaze as he stared at those wings.

What bloodline could this be?

The dark aura of Qin Tian, those wings sprouting from his back, and his method of wielding dark power all shared roughly eighty percent similarity with his Cain bloodline.

Still, Qin Tian’s dark aura proved purer and more commanding, marking a core distinction from his own lineage.

Furthermore, he sensed Qin Tian’s power matching his own precisely, but as a pure descendant of the Vladimir Clan’s Holy Blood, armed with top-tier resources and supreme blood magic, he found himself suppressed by this "non-Holy Blood" foe.

This defied all belief!

Wind and snow raged once more as Qin Tian beat the Demon King’s Wings, suspending himself in the air, Black Frost Blade aimed at Karen, eyes icy cold.

The testing phase had concluded; now it was time to finish the fight.

Swish

Qin Tian morphed into a fleeting black silhouette, vanishing right before Karen’s sight.

Karen perceived only a haze in front of him, failing to glimpse even Qin Tian’s trailing image, before a sharp "crack" rang out.

The blood magic barrier he frantically summoned broke apart like fragile glass, as the Black Frost Blade, radiating piercing chill, sliced across his throat.

The following moment saw Karen’s head detached from his torso, tumbling into the snow, blood spraying like a geyser from the stump, dyeing the endless white expanse crimson.

Oddly, Karen’s detached head showed astonishment yet lacked any dread of demise.

Before Qin Tian could draw back his sword, an intense blood radiance exploded from Karen’s corpse, veins at the cut neck twisting like writhing serpents, reaching out to the head.

That head too shimmered with bloody light, rising into the air to rejoin the body—in a flash, the neck healed flawlessly, scar-free, as though the beheading was mere hallucination.

"Such an undying power?" Qin Tian’s eyes gleamed; this skill echoed the {Bloodline Dominator} in his talent, both using blood to mend the form, though the Cain bloodline surpassed in blood manipulation finesse.

Karen felt his neck, his expression shifting to utter gravity, devoid of scorn, rasping out, "What exactly is your bloodline?"

No golden bloodline in his knowledge aligned with Qin Tian’s shown powers.

Qin Tian offered no reply, charging forward anew, and with tests done, no time for delay remained.

His velocity surged beyond prior levels, Black Frost Blade tracing storm-like curves, striking at Karen’s critical areas, its gusts bearing black fire that set the nearby gale and flakes ablaze, birthing a domain of dark inferno.

Karen staggered back repeatedly, fingers flying through seals in haste, blood radiance flaring around him.

"Sea of Blood!"

Crimson-tinged dark blood poured from his frame, expanding rapidly into a blood ocean spanning dozens of meters, viscous waves roiling, swallowing his form entirely.

This blood sea blocked sight and warped space sense; typical Spiritualists couldn’t track him, his desperate survival gambit.

"Planning to conceal yourself?" A chill smirk tugged at Qin Tian’s lips.

Karen remained unaware the Hunting Mark had fixed on his presence; be it blending into the blood sea or vanishing, Qin Tian pinpointed him effortlessly.

Qin Tian lifted his arm, black flames encircling him erupting wildly, forming a blazing black fire ocean that rushed at the blood sea.

"Sizzle—"

Black flames met the blood sea, sparking an explosive clash at once.

The blood sea caught fire from the black flames, dense blood fueling the blaze like oil, spewing thick black fumes, waves receding visibly.

Buried in the blood sea’s depths, Karen endured blistering heat everywhere, his very blood on the verge of combustion, forced to burst from the dwindling blood remnants, robes shredded by black fire, blood trickling from his mouth’s edges.

"Damn it!"

The instant Karen emerged, Qin Tian’s ferocious barrage greeted him.

Black Frost Blade struck like a deadly plague, every stroke nearly claiming vitals, leaving no chance for spellcasting.

Yet the Holy Blood's profundity proved far from trivial; though thoroughly suppressed, Karen brimmed with life-preserving techniques — whenever Qin Tian's blade neared a lethal spot, he'd dissolve into a puddle of blood, dodging the deadly strike before reforming his form.

Even following repeated brutal scorchings from the black flames, he'd fetch a deep crimson blood pearl from his space ring, swallow it down, and his energy would surge back in an instant, injuries mending visibly to swiftly regain near-full strength.

"Truly an unkillable cockroach."

Qin Tian's brow furrowed faintly.

The Cain bloodline's depths truly outstripped those of a typical Spiritualist by a wide margin; despite his dominant speed and offensive might, he'd been pulled into the foe's grueling fight tempo.

Their showdown escalated wildly, black fire clashing with bloody radiance across the snow, the glacier endlessly flinging off icy chunks amid the quakes, the frozen earth splintering into deep gashes meters wide.

However, neither spotted it amid their savage clash: inside the iceberg once locked in ice, that shadowy black outline quivered ever so slightly.