I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 369 - 330: Descent of the Demon King (Part 2)
Chapter 369: Chapter 330: Descent of the Demon King (Part 2)
Yan Song raised his head, feeling weak all over from the effects of the Soul Suppressing Powder. As he watched the black storm approaching, his pupils shrank, and his stomach churned—not from nausea, but from pure fear.
“Help…” he had just squeezed out half a word when suddenly a black-robed figure, the Tier Six Soul Master who had been silently standing by his side, stood up.
“Soul Impact!”
The black-robed man thrusts forward with both palms, his eyes bursting with gray-black light. A visible wave of spiritual impact surged towards the silver-winged demon overhead, as if countless trapped souls wailed in the air.
The dive of the silver-winged demon paused for just a moment, like a meteor brushing against a speck of dust in the atmosphere. Its eerily green vertical pupils slightly contracted, and the demonic qi around it formed an automatic barrier, triggering massive ripples upon impact with the spirit shockwave.
The barrier shattered, and the black-robed man spat out a mouthful of blood, a sharp pain coursing through his mind as his pupils shrank. Even though the silver-winged demon’s spiritual power was inferior, he inexplicably suffered a spiritual backlash.
And at this moment, the silver-winged demon, like a black meteor, crashed unhesitatingly toward the center of the main camp, precisely where Yan Song was standing.
Yan Song’s pupils dilated to the extreme as the spiritual energy within him raged uncontrollably, refusing to obey, even preventing him from curling up.
Just as the claw was about to touch the tip of his nose, a fiery red light suddenly erupted from a pendant on his chest. A red spirit shield abruptly appeared around his body, enveloping him completely, with lava-like patterns flowing across its surface.
Boom——!!!
The silver-winged demon collided solidly with the shield, without any buffer. The tremendous impact caused the shield to cave in instantly, emitting a sound on the verge of shattering.
All Yan Song saw was white, his body felt as though it had been struck by several tons of hammers, merging with the silver-winged demon into a streak of interwoven black and red light, crashing boomingly into the ground!
The terrifying force erupted from the point of impact, causing the ground to collapse downward as if hit by a meteor.
The entire Chijin Battlegroup’s camp was lifted by the shockwave, the six battalion leaders, Li Wufeng, Qin Tian, and the surrounding soldiers were flung out like puppets with their strings cut, tracing parabolas through the air, landing heavily in ruins hundreds of meters away.
The center of the camp split into a massive web-like crack, with concentric grooves spreading outward, sending defensive structures, armories, and tent remnants flying.
Dust and debris rose skyward, forming a gigantic mushroom cloud. In the dusky smokescreen, only the dull collision sounds from underground could be heard, as if a giant beast was stirring the rock layers from deep within.
Only after a long while did the dust settle, revealing a bottomless crater with a diameter of a hundred meters. The ground at its edge was trembling, with hot gusts occasionally spouting from the cracks, leaving the entire Chijin Battlegroup’s headquarters in ruins.
The dust was still slowly descending, with bone-chilling bone fracturing sounds coming from the bottom of the pit.
Li Wufeng struggled to rise from the rubble, wiping the bloodstains off his face, his eyes fixed on the pit’s bottom.
In sight, the silver-winged demon was kneeling on the fractured rock layers, its right claw gripping Yan Song’s neck like an iron clamp, lifting him entirely into the air.
The once invincible leader of the Chijin Battlegroup now appeared as bedraggled as a broken rag doll. His hair and blood clung in matted clumps to his deathly pale cheeks, with dark red froth dangling from his lips, dripping onto the fragmented stones at the pit’s bottom.
The military uniform embroidered with his family crest was long torn, revealing a chest covered in hideous bruises, with the fiery red shield having vanished without a trace.
His eyes were half-open, half-closed, with dilated pupils reflecting the cold, emerald vertical pupils of the silver-winged demon. The hissing breath sounds in his throat clearly indicated he was at his last gasp.
“Director…Director Yan!”
The warriors gasped in alarm, their voices filled with disbelief.
Nobody could have imagined this Tier Six powerhouse, bearing the golden bloodline and wielding one of the Ten Great Guns, could have been reduced to such a state with one strike from the silver-winged demon.
The six battalion commanders turned pale, unsure whether to move or stay still, frozen in place.
Li Wufeng gripped the sword at his waist tightly, his fingertips white. He instinctively turned to look at Qin Tian, only to find Qin Tian unusually showing a look of “shock.”
The silver-winged demon glanced down at the barely breathing prey in its claw, its vertical pupil devoid of any emotion. It slowly lifted its head, its gaze sweeping over the onlookers at the pit’s edge, making them involuntarily shiver as its gaze, tainted with violent demonic qi, swept past them.
At this moment, the silver-winged demon suddenly flapped its wings, whipping up a stream of air and lifting the sand and stones from the pit’s bottom.
It was about to leave.
“Don’t think of leaving!”
A hoarse shout rang from the pit edge. The black-robed man’s withered hands formed complex seals, his eyes bursting with gray-black light once again, condensing his soul power into a thin, black spike, directly shooting towards the silver-winged demon’s brain.
The silver-winged demon seemed to sense danger, its movement in mid-air paused for a brief moment, before its body was enveloped by a demonic shield, resisting the attack, and then it wavered slightly before accelerating even faster.
The metallic wings slashed through the sunlight, leaving a mere lingering shadow as its speed increased to only a blurry streak of black light.
In just one breath, its figure shrank into a tiny black dot on the horizon, completely vanishing from everyone’s sight, leaving only the bottomless fissure at the pit’s bottom, and the lingering dense demonic qi in the air.
A deathly silence enveloped the surroundings of the giant pit, with only the wind whimpering across the ruins.
The onlookers stared in the direction where the silver-winged demon vanished, unable to speak for a long time—this surprise attack came swift, but its departure was even more abrupt, yet it engraved an indelible fear in everyone’s hearts.
“Come quickly and help me save him!”
The black-robed man shouted hoarsely, his voice carrying the raspiness of a broken bellows, but also an undeniable urgency.
However, his call was only met with silence.
The six battalion leaders glanced at each other, avoiding his gaze one by one.
No way, even a Tier Six expert like Yan Song was nearly killed in one strike by the silver-winged demon. What could we accomplish by chasing after, just to offer our heads?
Moreover, aside from Yan Song’s confidant battalion leaders, the others bore no goodwill towards Yan Song, with grudges even festering over time. Who would risk their life to save him?
As for those few confidant battalion leaders, each hailed from bloodline clans; shrewd individuals one and all. They knew the real reason why Yan Song sought their allegiance, but theirs was purely a transaction of interests—they wouldn’t perform a fool’s act of self-sacrifice for him.
Seeing this scene, the black-robed elder felt both anxious and enraged. Just then, a calm voice suddenly sounded:
“I’ll go with you.”
Everyone’s head jerked up, only to see “Qin Tian” already standing at the edge of the giant pit at some unknown time, his military uniform covered with some dust, yet his expression remained so tranquil, it revealed no emotion.
He brushed the dirt off his sleeves, his gaze falling on the black-robed elder as he spoke in a calm, unwavering tone: “Though the silver-winged demon’s speed is fast, the demonic qi remnants haven’t dissipated. I can locate his position.”
Upon hearing this, everyone froze momentarily, disbelief plastered on their faces.
Qin Tian actually volunteered to save Yan Song?
Am I hearing things?
Li Wufeng was also stunned, subconsciously wanting to speak up against it, but was met with a reassuring glance from “Qin Tian.” In that glance, there seemed to be a sense of certainty that he couldn’t comprehend.
The black-robed elder was taken aback, surprise flitting through his eyes before an expression of intense joy erupted: “Good! Good! Lead the way!”
“Alright! Let’s go!”
“Qin Tian” nodded, with a pair of black wings suddenly unfurling from his back. Immediately, he transformed into a dark shadow, chasing in the direction where the demonic aura lingered.
The black-robed elder swiftly rose into the air, following closely behind.
The two silhouettes, one ahead and one behind, swiftly disappeared into the wilderness’s dust cloud.
Beside the giant pit, the battalion commanders gazed at each other. After a long time, someone timidly asked, “Did he…actually go?”
No one could answer that question. Only the wind, carrying the dust, swept over the bottomless giant pit, as if whispering the profound meaning hidden behind this sudden change.
