I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 673 - 498: Exiling the Demon General, Treasury Unsealed

A somber atmosphere permeated the battlefield, with every individual's expression etched with gravity.

The Tier Eight Demon General, already a formidable opponent, revealed a confounding ability to absorb its own kind for regeneration, presenting a truly daunting challenge.

"Fear not, for I shall manage this situation," Jitai's resolute voice cut through the icy expanse, immediately drawing the scattered focus of everyone present back to the immediate threat.

A collective nod ensued; the Ji Royal Family boasted a heritage spanning millennia, and their Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline stood preeminent among the Nine Great Holy Bloods. Confidence bloomed that Jitai would devise a solution.

Without further delay, they re-engaged the demon horde, the clash of combat resuming its deadly rhythm.

Suspended in mid-air, Jitai's gaze remained fixed on the regenerating Demon General, his mind a tempest of strategic considerations.

Confronting such tenacious adversaries necessitated severing their regenerative capacity—either by overwhelming destructive force or by imposing a suppression so potent that obliteration would outpace recovery.

"Buzz—"

Jitai launched himself into the void, the draconic flames adorning his golden spear erupting three feet high, interwoven with threads of sacred golden luminescence—the signature radiance of the Golden Holy Dragon Bloodline.

He surged towards the Demon General with arrow-like velocity, his spear's point aimed directly at the gaping wound in its chest.

The Demon General bellowed a challenge and brought its massive claws to bear, instantly manifesting a layer of ice armor, a half-foot thick, upon them, its cerulean veins pulsing with brilliant light.

Upon impact, the dragon flame clung to the Demon General's arm like a parasitic growth, visibly eroding the ice armor with a fierce, sizzling sound.

The Demon General recoiled from the searing pain but pressed its assault, another colossal claw swiping at Jitai's waist, its tip laced with blade-like tendrils of dark demonic energy.

Jitai executed a nimble evasion, his spear shaft executing a sweeping arc, searing a scorched mark across the Demon General's neck with the dragon flame.

Utilizing the momentum to propel himself backward, Jitai slammed his dragon spear into the ice-laden ground. Golden dragon flame coursed along the spear and erupted into the frozen plains, shattering the ice and unleashing a barrage of ice spikes imbued with draconic might, forming a cage around the Demon General.

The Demon General roared in fury, smashing through the crystalline shards, its scales deflecting the fragments. It unleashed a torrent of black demonic mist from its gaping maw, intending to blind Jitai.

However, upon contact with the dragon flame, the mist instantly combusted into nothingness.

"Holy Dragon Fist!"

Shifting his approach, Jitai clenched his fists. The power of the Golden Holy Dragon coalesced intensely around him, manifesting as a colossal golden dragon silhouette, dozens of meters in length, its scales gleaming, whiskers flowing, and each scale alight with golden fire.

His fist struck with immense force, accompanied by a thunderous draconic roar from the golden phantom, unleashing a cataclysmic surge towards the Demon General, capable of incinerating mountains and boiling seas.

The Demon General crossed its arms defensively, interweaving layers of ice armor and demonic energy. Nonetheless, it was repeatedly forced back by the golden dragon's onslaught, its feet carving deep trenches into the ice.

The explosive release of Jitai's fist shattered the Demon General's defense. The golden dragon slammed into its chest, engulfing the creature in searing dragon flame.

A horrifying shriek tore from the Demon General as its entire form was consumed by golden inferno. Its flesh sizzled, rapidly carbonizing and sloughing off to reveal ghastly white bone.

Witnessing this, the surrounding demons dissolved into streams of black liquid, surging towards their leader. Yet, they too were reduced to ash upon nearing the dragon flame, prevented from reaching their kin.

"Victory is ours!"

The sight brought relief to the hearts of all present; without the ability to absorb power for regeneration, the Demon General would surely succumb to the dragon flame's relentless assault. But in the very next instant, an unsettling transformation occurred.

The dragon flame that enveloped the Demon General began to recede ominously, as if an unseen force were siphoning its power.

Qin Tian's gaze sharpened, his brow furrowing with sudden concern.

Fine golden lines, mirroring the aura of the dragon flame, began to materialize on the Demon General's exposed skeletal structure.

"It's absorbing the Golden Dragon Flame's power, evolving!" someone exclaimed, their voice laced with disbelief.

This pronouncement struck like a thunderclap, causing every face to contort with shock and apprehension.

While the Golden Dragon Flame might not possess the sheer destructive dominance of the Xiao Family's Heaven Burning Fire, it remained a pinnacle-tier flame, capable of inflicting severe damage even upon Holy Blood lineages. Who could have predicted that this Tier Eight Demon General could not only resist its effects but actively absorb its power in such a brief span?

This peculiar constitution was truly alarming.

The inferno consuming the Demon General began to recede. Beneath the charred muscle, new tissue visibly regenerated, and a faint golden luminescence started to spread across the fresh flesh, projecting a more potent aura.

Upon witnessing this, Jitai’s expression grew exceedingly solemn.

The Demon General's innate ability to absorb external power and undergo self-evolution meant that the prolonged the engagement, the greater the disadvantage for their side. A swift, decisive termination of the creature was the most optimal solution.

Jitai surveyed the unfolding chaos. Currently, every combatant was locked in fierce duels with the demons. In terms of sheer numbers, the Empire's talented individuals were at a significant deficit, with an ever-increasing number of demons emerging, particularly those of the Seventh Tier.

He considered redeploying elite fighters from other Holy Blood Clans to assist in confronting this Eighth Tier Demon General. However, he realized he had no available assets to spare. The withdrawal of any Holy Blood contingent would inevitably lead to the swift collapse of the local frontlines.

As he observed the Demon General rapidly assimilating the flames and its flesh constantly regenerating, Jitai's face became progressively more troubled. What was intended to be a battle where he decisively turned the tide was escalating into a situation where he was compelled to seek external assistance, a development that would undoubtedly inflict a substantial blow to his personal prestige.

"I can resolve this matter."

At that precise moment, a calm voice suddenly resonated within Jitai's mind.

Jitai's eyes flickered. He vocalized his query:

"Who are you?"

"Qin Tian."

Qin Tian?

It was him!

Jitai's gaze shifted. He had not anticipated Qin Tian stepping forward at this critical juncture.

"How do you intend to resolve it?"

Jitai utilized soul communication, projecting an demeanor that suggested he did not outright dismiss Qin Tian's claim.