I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 670 - 496: Heroes Battle the Demon Tide, Voices within the Ice Mountain (Part 2)

"Break for me!"

The burly man, mid-air, contorted his body as the Thunder God’s mighty hammer plummeted with colossal force upon the demon ranks.

The instant the hammer met the ground, a thunderous boom echoed, and deep blue lightning fanned out uncontrollably from the impact point, resembling a vast net. These fine tendrils of lightning coalesced into an immense electric web, spanning several thousand meters.

Demons caught within the lightning's embrace, be they common foot soldiers or heavily armored elites, were instantaneously reduced to charred remains, their shrill cries dissolving into ash that drifted skyward.

"What overwhelming power from the Thunder God!"

Qin Tian's gaze sharpened. While his Celestial Punishment Divine Thunder was a premier Thunder Talent, it paled significantly in both destructive capability and sheer ferocity when juxtaposed with the Odinson Clan's lightning.

As the thunderous display of the Odinson Clan faded, a fiery aura erupted from the Xiao Family's encampment in the northeast.

"Five Wheels of Departing Fire, Heaven Burning!"

Five youths clad in crimson robes advanced in unison, the pale golden flames enveloping them flaring suddenly. They formed hand seals, and five streams of fire intertwined and merged like living entities, ultimately solidifying into a gigantic flaming disc, hundreds of meters in diameter.

The disc's periphery sharpened into gear-like edges, emitting a 'hissing' sound as it spun, causing the very air to combust and distort.

"Go!" Xiao Lie, the Xiao Clan leader's son, commanded, and the flaming disc shot into the demon horde like a propelled cannonball. The icy terrain it traversed instantly liquefied, only to be vaporized into white mist by the intense heat.

Within the demon ranks, the disc spun at breakneck speed, akin to a colossal fiery saw. Any demon it encountered, regardless of its attack, was instantly minced, ceasing to exist as ash before it could even utter a scream.

Remarkably, with every demon it consumed, the disc expanded, its golden flames burning even more intensely, even scouring the surrounding miasma.

"Roar—" Unable to endure further, the dual-horned, Tier Seven demon commander surged forward, amassing a swirling mass of grayish-black demonic energy in its claws before striking fiercely at the flaming disc.

However, the flames emanating from the Heaven Burning bloodline proved superior to the sinister demonic energy. With a 'sizzle,' the demonic energy was consumed outright, and the disc directly impacted the demon commander's stony carapace, slicing through its resilient exterior as if it were soft tofu. Golden flames then flooded the wound, seeping into its core.

The demon commander emitted a roar of agony, its massive frame convulsing violently within the inferno, transforming into a pile of blackened bones in mere moments.

"Our turn!" Chen Feng's voice boomed from the north, and the Battle Lineage's fiery aura ignited like a resplendent sun. The Chen Family members behind him formed seals in tandem, their hands moving with swift precision as strands of battle aura solidified into tangible patterns of light.

"Great Battle Imprint!"

Dozens of light patterns converged in the air, eventually coalescing into a colossal hand encased in golden battle armor. The lines on its palm were distinct, and each finger radiated an imposing aura.

This gigantic hand imprint descended like an inescapable mountain upon the demon army. Those unfortunate demons caught in its path were unable to resist, crushed into a fine paste by the immense pressure, with even the hard-shelled rock demons shattering like fragile glass.

Wherever the palm's downdraft swept, the demons' roars abruptly ceased, leaving behind only a desolate expanse of ice and scattered remnants.

"Impressive."

Qin Tian could not help but express his admiration. It was no wonder the Chen Family was renowned as the world's preeminent family for offensive arts.

Unlike other lineages, the Chen Family lacked a specific spiritual energy attribute. Their bloodline was singular, forged purely for combat. Any mundane martial technique, when wielded by them, could manifest several, or even dozens, of times its inherent power. Furthermore, their Battle Lineage bestowed upon Chen Family members the ability to grow more potent with prolonged engagement.

Even the notorious Asura, known for their ferocity and bloodlust, would feel a sense of apprehension when facing the Chen Family. When conflict escalated, the Chen Family proved far more terrifying than the Asura.

As the three principal Holy Blood Clans took turns unleashing their might, they carved a path through the demon army's ranks. Concurrently, the other Holy Blood Clans also deployed their prodigies to engage the demons.

The talents of the various Golden Clans displayed their prowess, unleashing a spectrum of vibrant spiritual energies and martial techniques upon the enemy horde. The spectacle was breathtaking, a scene that transcended the capabilities of any cinematic production.

A sense of profound awe filled Qin Tian as he surveyed the panorama before him. These individuals hailed from the Empire's foremost bloodline families, with the aspiring prodigies from each kindred entering the ruins. Despite their numbers not reaching five hundred, they exuded an aura comparable to that of fifty thousand Spiritualists.

Swoosh swoosh~

Dongfang Qi, accompanied by several Tier Seven Spiritualists from the Dongfang Clan, performed hand seals. The earth trembled as a colossal, ancient-patterned tree erupted from the ground, swiftly ascending to a height of a thousand meters. Verdant spiritual energy coursed through its woody structure—this was the Dongfang Clan's secret technique, the Spirit Wood Statue.

With Dongfang Qi's commanding cry of "Grow," countless seeds, shimmering with spiritual light, were launched onto the battlefield. Upon contact with the ground, they sprouted into ten-meter-tall tree-men, their thick branches serving as formidable weapons against the demons. From the periphery, vine archers took root, their branches coiling into bowstrings to unleash arrows imbued with spiritual energy, piercing demon skulls with deadly accuracy. Nearby, carnivorous flowers with gaping maws instantly devoured encroaching demons. The entire frontline of the Dongfang camp transformed into a nascent magical forest, employing a strategy of overwhelming numbers to great effect.

The remaining Spiritualists of the Dongfang camp adopted the guise of forest hunters, moving stealthily amongst the trees to specifically target high-tier demons that managed to breach the tree-men's defense.

Wielding the Black Frost Long Saber, Qin Tian's intense cold aura caused the surrounding air to condense into white frost. He moved like a phantom through the battlefield's interstices, and with each swift motion, swaths of demons fell.

However, as he observed the ceaselessly surging tide of demons, his brow furrowed slightly—this pace was still too sluggish.

To him, this massive onslaught of demons presented not a crisis, but an unparalleled chance to accrue Evolution Points.

With a powerful push from his toes, Qin Tian ascended into the air. His arms slowly extended as spiritual energy surged tempestuously within him.

The sky above instantly darkened, with thick clouds rapidly coalescing overhead. Violet lightning serpents writhed within the clouds, emitting sibilant hisses and thunderous roars that sent shivers down the spine.

"Celestial Thunder Fall!" he intoned, and arm-thick bolts of violet lightning tore through the heavens, descending like precisely guided sabers into the densest concentrations of demons. The lightning illuminated the grotesque visages of the demons, and each strike incinerated dozens of them into dust, filling the air with the acrid scent of scorching.

Not far away, a burly warrior from the Odinson Clan had just cleaved a demon's head with his war axe. Upon witnessing the violet thunder array in the sky, his eyes flickered with surprise. Yet, he paused for mere half a second before re-infusing rune power into his axe, redirecting his attention to the approaching horde. On this battlefield, replete with geniuses, extraordinary displays were commonplace.

Qin Tian's actions did not elicit significant attention. Partially, he had deliberately concealed his true strength. Furthermore, in terms of demon-slaying efficiency, many others proved superior, and their methods were even more spectacular.

Still, Qin Tian remained unperturbed. His objective in entering the ruins was not to seek glory; the rewards in hand were of paramount importance.

"Evolution Points +230"

"Evolution Points +591"

"Evolution Points +2346"

"..."

On the system panel, Evolution Points escalated rapidly. Ever since Qin Tian awakened the "Void God Master" Holy Blood talent, he had been diligently accumulating Evolution Points, refraining from any expenditure.

During his previous deployment at Ice Extreme Pass, he had endured multiple assaults from snow beasts and eliminated numerous members of the Luoho Clan, amassing tens of millions of Evolution Points. The slaughter of demons within these ruins was now causing his Evolution Points to soar once more.

At this trajectory, it would not be long before his fourth Holy Blood talent manifested.

...

Within the ice mountain

Several hushed voices resonated.

"Is it still not opening?"

"There is no need to rush. The Young Master is currently exerting control over those Divine Artifacts; we cannot allow the outside world to interfere with him. Let them continue their battle outside for a while longer. The thousand-year seal had severely depleted our power. Fortunately, the Young Master has awakened, and all the Divine Artifacts have been recovered. Now, only the Ice Throne remains."

"Do you believe these individuals are capable of resolving that remaining obstacle?"

"I cannot say for certain, but at present, they are the sole force we can depend upon."