I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 721 - 519: Demon-Slaughtering Array, Mission Accomplished (Part 2)

Zhuge Yu observed the demons launching a counterattack beyond the perimeter of the formation, his hands moving with remarkable speed over the array plate—the true might of the Demon-slaying Array was only now beginning to manifest.

A profound hum emanated from the golden formation, and the previously uniform flow of golden light abruptly intensified, concentrating towards the formation's core like an incoming tide.

"Your Highness, prepare yourself!" Zhuge Yu's voice resonated.

Before his words even concluded, the refined spiritual energy of hundreds of prodigies, purified by the array, coalesced into a solid, liquid-like golden torrent, channeling entirely into Ji Taiyan's being.

He let out a low growl, the dragon energy surrounding him erupted with ferocity, a radiant golden light manifested beneath his skin, and dense dragon scales rapidly materialized across his body. These scales, imbued with a dark golden luster, enveloped his neck and limbs; his pupils elongated into vertical slits, transforming into brilliant golden dragon eyes, radiating an ancient dragon might. His very physique augmented by half a foot, solidifying his half-human, half-dragon form.

However, this immense power proved exceedingly overwhelming, and despite bearing the sacred bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon, he found himself struggling to contain it.

Merely in the process of completing his half-dragon transformation, a brittle "crack" sounded from the dragon scales on his shoulder, with several fissures spreading rapidly, causing blood to ooze from the gaps.

Ji Taiyan gritted his teeth, the dragon spear clutched in his hand vibrated intensely, its etched dragon patterns appearing to awaken, emitting a fierce dragon's roar.

"Dongfang Qi!" Zhuge Yu's voice transmitted urgently.

Dongfang Qi, stationed at the flank formation eye, had been anticipating this moment. His azure wood spirit flame shifted to a gentle green hue, and a fine thread of refined wood spiritual energy shot forth, precisely encircling Ji Taiyan's afflicted arm.

Pure vitality power surged through the spiritual energy conduit. Beneath Ji Taiyan's fractured dragon scales, new flesh rapidly regenerated, the wound mending at an astonishing, visible rate.

Sensing the surging power coursing through him, a spark of battle intent flared in his dragon eyes, his aura climbing anew, now steadily overwhelming a Tier Eight demon!

"Face your demise!" Ji Taiyan bellowed, thrusting the dragon spear forward.

Ang——!

A guttural dragon roar, capable of shaking the heavens and earth, erupted. A colossal dragon, formed from pure golden spiritual energy, materialized from the spearhead, its claws slashing through the air, exuding a suppressive dragon might that locked onto the nearest demon.

The demon's pupils constricted in alarm as it attempted to turn and flee, but it was held immobile by the overwhelming dragon's might, forced to watch powerlessly as the golden dragon opened its massive maw and devoured it whole.

Bang!

The colossal dragon detonated with a thunderous explosion, disintegrating the demon into pure dust within the golden light, its dark Qi utterly eradicated.

"Excellent!" A resounding cheer echoed within the formation, invigorating everyone present.

Zhuge Yu granted the demons no respite. The array plate spun once more, redirecting the converging spiritual energy stream to charge into another Holy Blood core, this time into Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng, a distinguished scion of the Chen Family of the Empire, wielded attack techniques renowned across the land.

Now infused with immense power, Chen Feng's entire form blazed with golden light. His skin strained under the pressure, blood seeping from his fingertips, yet a fervent battle intent ignited in his eyes.

Without needing Dongfang Qi's Azure Wood Power, Chen Feng raised a hand, forming a seal. The surrounding spiritual energy coalesced into a colossal, golden handprint, spanning dozens of yards. The handprint bore an ancient texture and the indomitable force of "shattering all laws through sheer power"—this was the Chen Family's peerless technique, the "Battle Handprint."

Meanwhile, Dongfang Qi expertly wielded the Azure Wood spirit flame, shaping it into a vibrant spear. The instant the spearhead pierced the demonic qi, the vitality power it contained completely disintegrated the demon’s core...

The Nine Great Holy Bloods engaged the enemy in a series of relentless assaults, each attack displaying overwhelming dominance.

With every flash of light, another demon met its demise.

The once ferocious dozen or so Tier Eight demons, caught within the Demon-slaying Array's gathered holy blood torrent, were successively obliterated. Their dark qi dispersed into nothingness, unable to reform.

Witnessing this spectacle, Mokaluo seethed with rage, while a profound dread began to coil within his heart.

He felt with increasing certainty that the Frozen Throne was nearing full restoration, causing his own power to wane rapidly. If he failed to vanquish that man now, he would face millennia of re-sealing, forever denied his freedom.

"No, I absolutely refuse to allow this!"

Majara’s gaze shot upwards as he unleashed an unearthly roar, the black aura encircling him suddenly intensifying, swirling like thick blood.

With a swift motion, he thrust his hand forward, pressing his bone wings forcefully against his chest. Their sharp joints cracked audibly, disintegrating into a swirling vortex of black mist that merged into his form. The scales coating his surface also began to rupture, each fragment accompanied by plumes of steaming, ink-green blood mist as he forcibly extracted his core power, sacrificing his own bodily tissues!

Boom——!

A terrifying aura billowed forth from within him, his original Tier Eight momentum surging once more, even pressing close to the precipice of Tier Nine.

His claws emitted a faint luminescence, the very atmosphere twisting under the demonic energy that enveloped him, and the icy ground surrounding him rapidly solidified into black ice crystals centered upon his being.

His crimson eyes fixed upon the Four Divine Beasts, who were desperately attempting to impede him, his gaze burning with a chilling, unbridled madness.

"Die!"

Majara’s form flickered, inexplicably bypassing Lan’s freezing obstruction, and he drove a fist towards White Xiong, who was moments away from unleashing lightning.

White Xiong’s pupils constricted violently; he hastily channeled lightning into his arm to intercept the blow. However, as Majara’s fist tore through the lightning, a dull "boom" resonated.

White Xiong’s massive arm was instantly obliterated, fragments of flesh and bone erupting outwards. His snow-white fur, now crimson-stained, was ripped apart as he screamed, sent hurtling backward to crash against an ice mountain, dislodging a cascade of icicles.

Upon witnessing this, the Ice Crystal Phoenix’s tail feathers ignited with flame, and it dove downwards, aiming to strike his vulnerable back.

As if possessing eyes on his posterior, Majara reached back with a reversed grip, firmly seizing the tip of the Phoenix’s wing. With a sharp "tear," he ripped off the wing, still ablaze with ice flames.

The Phoenix emitted a sorrowful cry, plummeting to the icy surface, its pale blue blood steadily seeping from the torn wing.

The armored beast roared, charging forward, its shell, as unyielding as iron, intercepting Majara in an attempt to buy precious seconds for the Spirit Deer.

Majara lifted his foot and delivered a powerful kick, the demonic energy contained within his boot sole erupting forth. The armored beast’s vaunted shell shattered like fragile porcelain. Spitting a mouthful of blood, its body curled inwards and was flung backward, crashing at the base of the Frozen Throne, rendered immobile.

Finally, only the Spirit Deer remained, the light emanating from its twin horns now critically diminished. Majara advanced, seizing its antlers in one hand, a malevolent grin twisting his sinister features.

"Perish!"

He exerted his strength, hoisting the Spirit Deer high before brutally slamming it into the ground!

Crash!

The impact carved a deep pit into the ice surface, embedding the Spirit Deer’s form. Its antlers fractured, its breath instantly faltered, its survival hanging precariously in the balance.

In mere moments, the Four Divine Beasts were utterly vanquished!

The triumphant shouts that had echoed within the demon-slaying array abruptly ceased, every face instantly paling. The surge of energy from moments before had vanished utterly.

They stared at the figure standing amidst the blood pool, its terrifying presence so immense it felt suffocating. Their hearts felt constricted by an unseen force—this Demon God possessed such formidable hidden power!

Majara brushed away the bloodstains from his hand, his scarlet gaze slowly shifting towards the demon-slaying array, its focus precisely landing on Qin Tian at the array's center.

That stare radiated a chilling intent to kill, akin to the gaze of Death itself, sweeping across each individual within the array.

"Your turn..."

His voice, though not raised, pierced everyone's ears like shards of ice.

The golden barrier of the demon-slaying array quivered under this oppressive might. Ji Taiyan, Dongfang Qi, and the others gripped their weapons tighter, their palms slick with cold sweat.

Previously, they could use the array to slay avatars, but now facing Majara, close to Tier Nine, could this demon-slaying array still hold?

Despair rapidly spread in everyone’s hearts.

At this moment, a voice with a relaxed smile suddenly echoed.

"Lan, mind if I borrow your divine artifact for a moment?"

This voice was like thunder breaking through the fog, and everyone suddenly turned to look.

Atop the Frozen Throne, Qin Tian had changed from the previous hunched posture injecting energy to a leisurely sitting position.

The golden light surrounding him was tenfold what it was before, enveloping him like a flowing golden robe, even his hair sheathed in golden light, a faint smile on his lips.

For some reason, upon seeing this, everyone instantly felt the pressure dissipate.

And even years later, this scene frequently echoed in their memories, never fading away.