I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 922 - 609: Purgatory White Tiger, Unleashing Full Power (Part 2)

Buzz—!!!

Countless pale sword shadows emerged out of thin air, weaving into an impenetrable sword net that collided head-on with the Purgatory White Tiger’s three claw blades.

Deafening booms roared one after another. The dark-red Energy blade-lights were shredded layer by layer by the sword net, turning into a skyful of blood mist. Though the sword shadows did collapse in places, they still surged forth without end, firmly suppressing the Purgatory White Tiger’s offensive.

Man and beast clashed with their fiercest blows upon the ice field.

The Purgatory White Tiger’s attacks were tyrannical and savage. Every pounce, every rake of its claws carried world-annihilating power, as if to grind everything before it into dust. Its body was indestructible; even when struck by Yang Lingfeng’s Sword Qi, it only left a faint white mark that was instantly repaired by dark-red Energy, incapable of causing any real damage at all.

Yang Lingfeng’s sword path, on the other hand, was transcendent and unparalleled, speed pushed to the extreme.

His figure flickered continuously across the ice, circling around the Purgatory White Tiger’s massive body. The azure Longsword in his hand turned into a streak of flowing light—sometimes slashing, sometimes cleaving, sometimes thrusting. Every strike landed precisely on the White Tiger’s joints, head, and other vital points, each and every sword lethal.

Sharp Sword Qi tore through the air, leaving behind streaks of white trajectories that collided and intertwined with the dark-red Energy, blasting countless cracks and craters across the ice field.

One man, breaking ten thousand forces with a single sword; one beast, breaking a thousand moves with sheer power.

The clash of Tier Eight powerhouses laid bare the terror of peak combat strength. On the ice field, shockwaves crisscrossed, Energy splattered chaotically, accumulated snow was flung skyward, the ice sheet shattered, and the distant snow plains were gouged with deep furrows by the rampaging force.

At the same time, on the other side of the ice field, Qin Tian’s battle with Robert had also fallen into a deadlock, killing intent surging in every direction.

Everything unfolded exactly as Qin Tian had anticipated. The masked man, bringing with him two Tier Eight Beastman Golems, charged straight toward him. The three Tier Eight auras intertwined into an airtight pressure that locked firmly onto him.

As for the remaining five Tier Seven Human Puppet Golems, they swarmed forward to besiege Robert, their dense barrage of attacks pouring down like a torrential storm, leaving no room to breathe.

The berserk Behemoth once more fell into Frenzy. Its massive body swelled by several feet, nails on its fingertips extending three inches, sharp as blades. The aura around it grew ever more violent, and with every step it took, the ice beneath exploded with a thunderous boom.

The Evil-Eyed Ghost Cat, though missing an arm, was still as agile as lightning. Its figure flickered unpredictably, flitting across the ice like a phantom. Its pair of sinister eyes locked tightly onto Qin Tian, ready at any moment to unleash a Spiritual Shock.

Among these three, the strongest in combat power was still the masked man.

At this moment he had completely cut loose, holding nothing back. Ghost Qi surged madly within his body, transforming into pitch-black ghost chains that writhed like rampaging serpents, carrying bone-piercing cold winds and chilling Ghost Qi as they densely whipped toward Qin Tian.

As the ghost chains cracked through the air, wailing howls of vengeful spirits rang incessantly, as if they meant to tear and devour Qin Tian’s Soul. Every move was vicious, every strike aimed at a vital spot, leaving Qin Tian not the slightest room to dodge.

Under the joint siege of three Tier Eight powerhouses, Qin Tian did not dare conceal a thing. His Spiritual Energy and Talent power erupted in an instant, directly unleashing his strongest combat state!

"Overlord Body·Emperor!"

As his low shout fell, Qin Tian’s body underwent a sudden transformation.

Golden immortal Battle Patterns surfaced on his skin, crisscrossing like ancient divine sigils, radiating a majestic imperial might.

His body swelled slightly, muscle lines growing sharper, brimming with explosive power. His eyes turned into dazzling gold, his gaze like a blazing torch, sharp as blades. The aura around him erupted like a slumbering volcano suddenly awakening.

All Attributes surged by 500% in that instant!

During this period, he would be immune to all Control effects, and could reflect 30% of all damage received back at the attacker.

Right after, a pair of Demon King’s Wings unfurled abruptly behind Qin Tian. With a wingspan of several yards, covered in strange Demon Patterns, every flap stirred a howling gale, kicking up a storm of snow.

His speed soared by 800%. His figure became elusive and unpredictable, threading through the gaps in the three Tier Eight powerhouses’ combined attacks, skirting past those deadly pincer strikes like walking a tightrope.

At the same time, lightning surged around Qin Tian like a sea. Purple thunderlight rolled and boiled, and thick pillars of lightning crashed down from the clouds, smashing into the ice and blasting out countless deep pits.

The Chaos Thunder Domain unfolded. Purple lightning shrouded the entire battlefield, and all enemies within its range would suffer true lightning damage that ignored Resistance.

A single bolt of lightning alone couldn’t inflict much damage on a Tier Eight Golem or the masked man, but small gains add up. Once enough true damage accumulated, it would become a decisive factor that could tilt the entire battle.

On the other side, turtle-shell-like Shields surfaced layer upon layer around Qin Tian, radiating a thick, heavy defensive aura.

Demon Pattern Turtle Shell!

Whenever he was attacked, whether by physical, Energy, or spiritual assaults, 40% of the damage would be reflected entirely back at the attacker.

At the same time, his own Defense Power would temporarily increase by 70%.

One Talent after another activated in succession. In a short span of time, Qin Tian’s combat strength skyrocketed like a rocket launch, soaring to heights even he could hardly fathom.

At this moment, golden patterns flickered across his body, thunderlight surged to the heavens, Shields encircled him, and with the Demon King’s Wings fanning behind him, imperial might and Demon’s Power intertwined. His aura was so overwhelming that even the masked man couldn’t help but take notice.

Not only that, the Black Frost Blade that had previously absorbed the Spirituality of the ghost coffin—this Lifebound Divine Artifact bound to his [Soldier Immortal] Talent—finally erupted.

A phantom Weapon Spirit slowly emerged on the blade of the Black Frost Blade: a black-armored warrior silhouette, visor shut tight, exuding a razor-sharp Sword Intent.

The next moment, beneath the black warrior’s visor, a pair of eyes bright as the stars slowly opened. What a piercing gaze that was—his eyes like blades that seemed able to see through everything. The instant they opened, a terrifying Sword Intent erupted like lightning, and an endless Blade Domain instantly expanded, perfectly merging with Qin Tian’s Chaos Thunder Domain.

Cold, razor-edged Sword Qi intertwined with wild, furious lightning. Centered on Qin Tian, the entire region was transformed into a world of Sword Qi and thunder.

Thunder cleaved and hacked, Sword Qi crisscrossed. Every strand of Sword Qi could tear apart the air; every bolt of lightning could pierce through the ice. The terrifying Energy fluctuations swept in all directions, even faintly spilling over into the distant battle between Yang Lingfeng and the Purgatory White Tiger.

Qin Tian stood gripping the Black Frost Blade within the Domain where blade and lightning intertwined. The Demon King’s Wings beat behind him, golden eyes icy-cold, imperial might austere around him. Facing the combined assault of three Tier Eight powerhouses, he not only showed no hint of distress, but his battle spirit burned hotter than ever.

Ever since his promotion to Tier Seven, he hadn’t had a truly all-out, blood-stirring battle in a long time.

Tier Seven Spiritualists couldn’t withstand a single blow before him; only Tier Eight powerhouses could bring him pressure.

Back in the Subspace, in order to rescue Elder Yun and the others, he had chosen to avoid battle when facing a Tier Eight Evil God Follower, prioritizing the rescue instead.

Not long ago, when confronting the Tier Eight Mother Insect, he had easily subdued it relying solely on the [Divine Venerable] Talent.

Precisely because of this, even he himself wasn’t clear just how high his combat strength had climbed, or where the limits of his potential truly lay.

Qin Tian had never been a battle maniac who lived for fighting. Unless necessary, he was unwilling to seek trouble, and even less inclined to actively challenge powerhouses above his tier.

Steady growth and step-by-step advancement—that was his code of conduct.

But in the current desperate situation, there was nowhere to dodge, nowhere to retreat, and he would not show the slightest hint of fear.

Facing the combined siege of three Tier Eight powerhouses, the pressure weighed on him like a mountain. Every step was like treading on thin ice; the slightest misstep would mean ending up with his head separated from his body.

Yet the more extreme the pressure, the more it could draw out the potential hidden within him, allowing him to fully unleash the battle power he had pent up for so long.

To him, this battle was not only a simple life-and-death duel, but also the best touchstone.

He would use this fierce battle to truly test how strong his combat strength really was, and where his own limits lay!

"Fight!!!"

A thunderous roar shook the ice field as raging battle intent ignited in Qin Tian’s eyes.

That domineering aura that looked down upon the world instantly overshadowed the assault momentum of the three Tier Eight powerhouses, and caused a grave look to surface in the masked man’s eyes.