I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 676 - 499: Evolution Points Exceed One Hundred Million, Entering the Treasury

Two figures stood together before the Gate of Space.

From the frigid expanse, a stampede of demonic creatures, akin to a dark deluge, emerged. Their furious roars fractured the ice-covered ground, and a miasma of demonic qi permeated the frigid air, nearly eclipsing the daylight.

"With your capabilities, can you fully seal this gateway once you've entered?"

Even as Ji Taiyan voiced his inquiry, his right fist ignited with a brilliant dragon flame.

"Holy Dragon Fist!"

A phantom of a golden dragon unleashed its fury, its sweeping claws obliterating the foremost rank of demons into pulpy remains. A gruesome rain of dark purple ichor, mingled with bone fragments, spattered across the ice.

Qin Tian's fingertips traced the intricate energy pathways etched onto the Gate of Space, sensing the inherent spatial laws within. He gave a confident nod. "I can."

"Excellent! Then this task falls to you."

Without a moment's hesitation, Ji Taiyan reversed his dragon spear and brought it down with crushing force, decapitating a Seventh Tier demon that lunged at him. He then vaulted upwards, his radiant yellow form streaking like an arrow into the Gate of Space, leaving only his parting words carried on the wind: "Conclude it swiftly."

In a blink, Qin Tian found himself solitary on the expansive icy terrain, confronted by a demonic host that swarmed the horizon like a plague.

Their numbers neared a million, converging from all directions, transforming the sky into a monolithic expanse of somber gray and black.

"Finally, everyone has departed."

A slight smirk played on Qin Tian's lips as he raised his hand. The crimson Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon materialized from the ether. Intricate demonic sigils adorned its barrel, glowing with an unsettling luminescence as Spiritual Energy poured into it. An intense heat commenced to melt the surrounding snowflakes.

"Buzz——"

The ambient Spiritual Energy fluctuated wildly, giving rise to a dozen Demon King Avatars, each uncannily resembling Qin Tian. Wielding elongated sabers, they formed a mobile bulwark of steel, charging headlong into the demonic tide.

"Hold the line! Buy me some time to charge!"

"Heh heh heh, are you mad?"

A diminutive demon's head emerged from the cannon's muzzle. Blaze, clinging to the barrel, wagged its tail, its ruby-like eyes wide and round. "You could simply close the gate and depart. Why insist on battling these vermin to the final breath? Have you developed a penchant for slaughter?"

Qin Tian placed his palm against the cannon's barrel, channeling Spiritual Energy like an incoming tide. The crimson radiance at the muzzle intensified, burning brighter. "Lan's kin and homeland were annihilated by these abominations. As his comrade, I must assist him in reclaiming some measure of retribution."

The crimson fire at the cannon's maw bloomed, its formidable heat cascading along the barrel, causing the ice below to hiss and melt, rising as a plume of white vapor.

The cacophony of a million demonic beings was now within earshot. The Demon King Avatars were being rent asunder by the mob, dissolving into ephemeral points of Spiritual Energy light one by one, yet Qin Tian's gaze remained serene.

"Avenging a comrade..." Blaze stroked its chin with a paw, then its eyes ignited with sudden excitement. "That is a righteous cause! But with merely the two of us, can we truly vanquish this army of a million?"

"We eliminate as many as we are able." Qin Tian observed the final avatar being torn apart by the horde. Simultaneously, the Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon's muzzle had amassed a colossal mass of crimson light, its energetic vibrations causing the very fabric of space to warp subtly.

A smile graced his lips. "Blaze, are you prepared?"

"Naturally!" Blaze dove into the cannon's barrel, its voice brimming with exhilaration. "Let's make this one count!"

Qin Tian raised his hand, directing the cannon's aim toward the most concentrated mass of the demonic horde. The biting wind billowed his robes, his gaze sharp as a honed blade.

"Fire!"

As his calm command cut through the air, the arcane sigils on the barrel flared to life, and the crimson mass erupted—

Celestial Destiny Critical Strike—Fivefold Critical Strike activated!

Boom!

A colossal pillar of crimson fire, as broad as the cannon itself, surged outward like a colossal serpent of flame unleashed, bearing cataclysmic power as it tore through the heavens and the icy expanse, striking directly at the heart of the densest demonic ranks.

Upon impact, the anticipated thunderous explosion was absent, leaving only a scorched point upon the ice. However, in the ensuing second, the profound silence was violently shattered—infernal flames erupted with the fury of a volcanic cataclysm, waves of fire hundreds of meters high engulfing molten ice fragments and scree, painting half the icy plain in dazzling crimson and gold.

The ice underfoot fractured violently beneath the thousand-degree inferno, with scalding steam erupting from the fissures.Like a colossal, rolling wave, the brutal impact surged outwards. The lesser demons, caught in the immediate forefront, became sacrificial offerings. Those under Tier Five had no chance to erect their arcane defenses; their forms instantly carbonized and dissipated within the inferno, turning to mere dust in the seething atmosphere, their dying cries extinguished by the roaring blaze. Demons of Tier Six managed to muster some defensive energy, yet they were effortlessly shredded like brittle parchment. The conflagration seeped through the crevices in their scales, igniting their internal organs and leaving behind only grotesque, charred skeletal remains. Only those demons at Tier Seven, bolstered by their robust physiques and profound magical reserves, could endure the onslaught. However, even they were enveloped by the searing flames, their scales fracturing under the intense heat. Their dark-purple blood boiled ferociously, eliciting agonizing, distorted screams. Suspended in the sky, Qin Tian surveyed the hellish panorama unfolding before him, a subtle grin gracing his lips. This scene was a stark contrast to his recent confrontation with the Ice Qilin. Previously, his strategy involved concentrating all his power into a single, focused point for a decisive blow. This time, however, the intricate demonic glyphs etched onto the cannon's barrel directed the energy outwards in a wide, fan-like spread. It unfurled like a carpet of fire, each fiery tendril infused with the destructive essence of his power, thereby maximizing the area of devastation. With all the Empire's prodigies safely ensconced within the treasury, the concern for unintended casualties vanished. This allowed the Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon to unleash its absolute destructive potential. The flames continued to expand, transforming the landscape into a seething abyss that devoured all in its trajectory. The fallen demon bodies and their dark-purple ichor acted as fuel, intensifying the inferno into an even more ferocious blaze.