I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 684 - 502: Thunder Ancestor, Demon Lair (Part 3)

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Previously on I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield...
Taishi Feng suffers a grievous blow from a Bone Demon, losing an arm in the process. In a desperate act, he burns his essence blood to unleash a powerful attack, shattering the Bone Demon. However, his relief is short-lived as the demon reassembles itself, more menacing than before.
The remnants of the Blood Burning Secret Technique fully erupted, leaving him with barely enough strength to lift a hand, let alone unleash another devastating blow. The Bone Demon advanced steadily, its Bone Saber reforming, its razor edge glinting with a sinister luminescence. Mustering his final reserves, Taishi Feng positioned the Heaven-piercing Halberd across his chest, his gaze fixed with resolute determination—if death were to come, he would face it standing tall! The Bone Demon suddenly surged forward, its Bone Saber’s path impossibly deviating, bypassing the Painted Halberd’s defense and aiming directly for Taishi Feng’s neck. This strike was meteoric, causing Taishi Feng’s pupils to contract sharply. He wished to alter his stance, but his body remained rigid as memories flooded his mind: childhood martial arts training, his youth at the military academy, his adult years forged in the crucible of the army... His life might not have been one of monumental grandeur, but he had been steadfast in his loyalty to his nation, his kin, and his own principles. So be it. It was merely a shame that he wouldn't fulfill the promise he had made to his comrades. Taishi Feng let out a sigh. Swish~ Just as the Bone Saber was about to make contact with his skin, a subtle ripple in space manifested, the air twisting just before his neck, forcefully deflecting the saber’s path by a mere two inches. In that infinitesimal moment, Taishi Feng’s form dissolved into the void. The Bone Saber met only air, embedding itself deeply into the icy wall. The Bone Demon stood bewildered, its vacant maw opening and closing, emitting a soundless soul-wrenching cry. Rumble~ Abruptly, a bolt of purple-gold lightning plummeted from the sky, striking its skull with unerring accuracy. With a sharp "zzza," the lightning surged through its bony structure, causing the soul fire within to flicker wildly, nearly extinguished. "Whew, that was nearly a moment too late," a voice articulated, laced with an undeniable edge of residual fear. The space behind the Bone Demon rippled like water disturbed by a thrown stone, revealing four figures slowly materializing. They were Qin Tian, Zhuge Yu, Huo Yuansheng, and the gravely wounded Taishi Feng. Qin Tian placed his palm against Taishi Feng’s back, and a gentle emerald light flowed into his body like a comforting stream. The body, chilled by significant blood loss, was instantly embraced by a soothing warmth. Taishi Feng’s tense frame abruptly relaxed, his throat bobbed as if to speak, but his body swayed uncontrollably, only managing to remain upright with Qin Tian’s steadying support. "Don’t rush to speak," Qin Tian’s voice resonated, calm yet commanding. With a subtle upward motion of his other hand, space once again wavered, and Taishi Feng’s severed left arm materialized beneath his palm, aligning perfectly with the stump. As the life-giving Spiritual Energy continued to be infused, the hardened blood at the severed end began to soften, and minuscule new flesh sprouted akin to bamboo shoots after a spring rain, precisely rejoining the detached limb. Pale golden Spirit Threads interwove at the connection point, meticulously binding the two sections together. Taishi Feng gazed upon the familiar visages before him, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile born from surviving a dire ordeal. He could distinctly feel his depleted Qi and supporting Blood rapidly recuperating, a healthy flush returning to his ashen cheeks, the searing agony from his severed limb transforming into a dull itch—a sign of his muscles, bones, and skin regenerating under the nourishing influence of Spiritual Energy. "Brothers, thank you." His voice, still hoarse, conveyed his gratitude. His gaze flickered from Qin Tian’s palm, still radiating the verdant light, then settled on Zhuge Yu and Huo Yuansheng. "Had it been a moment longer, my life would have been forfeit here." Qin Tian offered a smile and patted his back, the green luminescence from his palm intensifying. At this juncture, the reattachment site of Taishi Feng’s severed limb had completely mended. Taishi Feng cautiously flexed his fingers, rediscovering the familiar sensation. As he moved his restored arm, he let out a heartfelt sigh, "There's truly nothing like one's own original limb." Qin Tian chuckled, then shifted his attention towards the Bone Demon lingering ahead, a serious expression clouding his eyes. A mere Rank Seven Bone Demon was not something he would ordinarily concern himself with. However, considering that Taishi Feng, a sixth-rank, Nine Stars Golden Bloodline Spiritualist, had nearly met his end—how would the other Golden Level prodigies fare? For hundreds of the Empire’s geniuses, this treasure repository might not represent an opportunity but rather a dangerous labyrinth, a veritable den of demons poised to claim their lives.