I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 671 - 497: Devouring Evolution, Tier 8 Demon General
Previously on I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield...
A colossal deep blue glacier pierced the battlefield's heart, its surface etched with endlessly flowing runic patterns. Amidst the clash of combat, the biting wind carried a subtle luminescence.
Across the ice-covered expanse, a relentless tide of demonic creatures, far outnumbering the Empire's finest, surged from every quarter. Their roars, the piercing shriek of claws slicing through the air, and the concussive blasts of Spiritual Energy combined to make the very ice beneath tremble.
Yet, despite their sheer numbers, the demonic horde found themselves checked, unable to overcome the prowess of the assembled geniuses.
The Nine Great Holy Bloods clans formed the steadfast core of the defense. Geniuses bearing the Golden Bloodline unleashed their innate divine powers, their vibrant Spiritual Energy erupting like dazzling fireworks amidst the chaotic swarm. With a force of fewer than five hundred, they carved out an unbreachable frontline. Their formidable bloodline inheritances and flawless teamwork allowed them to hold their ground, steadily gaining the upper hand.
To the east, a contingent of five core members from the Dongfang Clan stood in formation. Their verdant-blue Spiritual Energy flowed like a living stream onto the icefield. In mere moments, the desolate frozen ground pulsed with tiny sprouts of green, rapidly blossoming into a vast, verdant forest of Spirit Plants.
Towering Tree-men, standing a hundred meters tall, moved with earth-shattering steps, their massive branches crushing the bones and sinews of demonic creatures. Vine-like Demon Vines, as thick as a man’s embrace, writhed like serpents. Their barbed tips easily pierced the hardened carapaces of the demonic beasts, ensnaring them in a deadly embrace. Fist-sized Cannibal Flowers dotted the undergrowth, concealed until a demonic creature drew near. Then, their blooms would snap open voraciously, swallowing the creatures whole, their petals quickly becoming stained with the dark, purplish ichor of demonic blood.
Most peculiar were the unassuming blades of grass. Nestled among thorns and fallen leaves, they appeared entirely ordinary and green. However, the instant a demonic creature’s limb touched them, they sprang to life, stiffening into razor-sharp edges. They erupted from the ground like a dense forest of knives, impaling the paws and bellies of the demonic creatures, leaving them hemorrhaging profusely.
Some demonic creatures attempted to unleash torrents of demonic fire to incinerate the Spirit Plant forest. But from the earth, tendrils dripping with water suddenly emerged, dousing the flames. These vines then dragged the creatures directly into the waiting maw of the Cannibal Flowers, their desperate screams utterly silenced.
This battlefield, meticulously crafted by Spirit Plants, transformed into an inescapable death trap for the demonic creatures. Every step forward was fraught with hidden peril.
High above the ethereal forest, Qin Tian remained suspended in mid-air. The wind roared past his black combat attire.
He lifted a hand, summoning the power of thunder. Dark clouds rapidly coalesced overhead, unleashing bolts of purple lightning, as thick as a man’s arm, that descended like silver serpents. They struck with unerring accuracy at the densest clusters of demonic creatures.
With a thunderous boom, the thunderstorm unleashed its fury, reducing dozens of demonic creatures to charred remains. Notifications of Evolution Points flickered incessantly across his system panel.
However, such ruthless efficiency in slaughter inevitably drew the attention of the demon horde towards him.
Several piercing screeches tore through the sky. Qin Tian looked upward, spotting four colossal Black-winged Demons descending directly towards him from the rear of the horde. Their wingspans stretched over a dozen meters, and each beat stirred up a gale-force wind.
Curiously, their grayish-black skin was adorned with ice-blue patterns reminiscent of frost crystals. A faint, chilling azure energy pulsed through these markings, causing even the falling snowflakes to freeze into sharp ice shards mid-air. These demons possessed an aura distinctly different from the usual malevolent presence of demonic creatures.
The lead Black-winged Demon’s blood-red eyes were locked onto Qin Tian with palpable hatred. Its wings flared abruptly, signaling the other three demons as they moved to encircle him in a fan-shaped pincer.
Qin Tian's eyes narrowed. He could sense the aura of these demons reaching the peak of Tier Six. While he didn’t perceive them as an immediate threat, the chilling sensation emanating from the ice-blue patterns struck him as disturbingly familiar.
This power felt akin to that of the Ice God Race.
"A Yu, Qin Tian is in danger; go to his aid."
High above the icefield, Dongfang Qi noted the perilous situation Qin Tian was facing. Their battleground was immense, and with only a few dozen individuals, everyone fought spread out, maximizing their individual power to cover vast areas.
As the overseer of the entire operation, tasked with dealing with any Tier Seven demons that appeared in the swarm, Dongfang Qi found himself unable to directly assist Qin Tian. He therefore instructed Zhuge Yu, who was positioned closest to Qin Tian, to intervene.
To everyone's surprise, Zhuge Yu maintained his formation within the Eight Trigrams Array, showing no inclination to move.
"Fear not, Young Master Qi,"
A faint smile touched Zhuge Yu's lips as he replied, "Those few pose no real threat to Qin Tian."
Did they place that much faith in him?
Dongfang Qi raised an eyebrow, knowing that this group was capable of defeating even Tier Seven Holy Blood demons, which implied Qin Tian possessed truly remarkable abilities. This was an ideal opportunity; he would finally get to witness the genuine power of Qin Tian, whom Dongfang Haoyue had praised so highly. Hoo~ The four Black-winged Demons’ dive became more intense by the second, their wings generating wind sharp as blades. Their ice-blue patterns glowed ferociously, releasing faint blue cold air that condensed into an inch-thick ice armor around their bodies. The leading demon stretched its claws forward, forearm-length ice spikes forming at its fingertips. With a piercing sound, it slashed through the air, aiming directly for Qin Tian’s head. Qin Tian’s Spiritual Energy surged, and instead of retreating, he took a half-step forward. He clutched the Black Frost Long Saber, imbuing its blade with Spiritual Energy. The saber emitted a faint cold radiance, while flashes of electricity crackled in his eyes. "Thunder Slash." He uttered this in a low voice. Before he even finished speaking, his entire form became a pale purple afterimage, vanishing from the demons’ view in an instant. "Boom—!" A deafening thunderclap suddenly roared through the air. The four demons’ dive was halted instantaneously, their eyes wide with astonishment. They hadn't even perceived Qin Tian's movement path, only a figure cloaked in thunderous power weaving among them at a speed that surpassed visual perception.