I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 437 - 371: Safe Retreat, Cataclysmic Explosion (Part 2)
Chapter 437: Chapter 371: Safe Retreat, Cataclysmic Explosion (Part 2)
A shadowy dragon nearly a hundred meters long swooped down from the clouds, its dragon breath withering the wooden statue’s vine barrier instantly; three death overseers wearing bone crowns tread through the black mist, with a wave of their death scythes, dozens of warriors were stripped of their lifeforce and turned into dried corpses; and a group of blade demons, resembling mantises, their forelimbs sharper than alloy battle sabers, carved deep marks into the wooden statue’s trunk.
New demons surged endlessly from the darkness, while the forces of the united army steadily dwindled, fighting fewer against many, pressure akin to an ever-pressing boulder suffocated everyone.
Casualty numbers soared rapidly, with entire squads swallowed by demons, horrific screams echoed across the battlefield.
Qin Tian maintained two void gates, his face pale as paper, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks.
The energy consumption to sustain such massive spatial channels was unimaginable, even with Jie La continuously supplying energy, his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted.
The demons evidently perceived his importance, and several high tier demons broke through the defenses, charging straight at him.
Yet a human wall had already formed around Qin Tian — Lan Qiancheng and other Gold bloodline prodigies wielding divine weapons, their bloodline radiance burning like flames; over a dozen Silver bloodline experts forged a battle formation, spiritual energy weaving into an impenetrable protective net.
They used their bodies to construct the final barrier, even if demon claws tore open their flesh, they would keep the threat firmly outside.
Seeing this, Dongfang Yu unhesitatingly took a crimson-gold elixir from his storage ring, and swallowed it.
The power of Azure Wood Holy Blood raged inside him, like a river bursting its banks, pouring into the Thousand-Hand Wooden Statue.
The wooden statue soared suddenly skyward, expanding to mountain-like size, thousands of palms simultaneously slammed the ground, raising a vine tsunami.
These vines were covered with thorns, quickly rooting and sprouting once landed, swiftly growing into a thorn forest spanning a thousand meters, barring most demons.
A giant eye atop the statue shot two green beams, binding the shadowy dragon’s wings in vines, purifying the death overseer’s black mist thoroughly.
The battle formation advanced rapidly in retreat, numbers dwindling to just over twenty thousand in the end.
The void gate Qin Tian controlled also shrank, ultimately merging into one, his face pale as paper, lips devoid of color, yet there flashed a hint of relief in his eyes.
For him, fewer people meant easier retreat.
The last warriors formed a circular formation back to back, shielding the void gate with their bodies, awaiting the final evacuation moment.
The demons still crazily assaulted, unwilling to let them leave easily.
Dark spiritual energy surged into Qin Tian like a tide, Jie La on his wrist emitting lush green light, continuously replenishing his consumed energy.
Qin Tian took a deep breath, his soul connected with Dongfang Yu: “Leave the rest to me.”
Previously, he had to control energy consumption to reserve enough power to maintain the space gates, but now, he could finally unleash his full might without reservation.
To know, in this dark demon realm, he was the true emperor.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pressure erupted from Qin Tian many times stronger than before, as if a dark emperor descended upon the world.
The surrounding demons instantly felt a fear from the depths of their souls, their energy operation hindered, the charging momentum abruptly halted.
Next, Qin Tian opened his arms, the Demon King Domain unfolded with a boom.
Within a hundred-kilometer range, the already pitch-black world became an abyss — dark elements condensed into viscous ink-like fluid, flowing slowly on the ground; the night sky solidified into a canopy, isolating this space entirely from the outside world.
In the realm, Qin Tian’s all attributes surged, black-gold Demon King’s wings slowly fanned on his back, exuding suffocating majesty.
Those demons covered by the domain appeared stuck in a quagmire, their demonic qi and energy consumed by dark elements frantically, vanishing swiftly like snow meeting fire.
Low level demons’ skins even began to ulcerate, the “Night Emperor’s Pressure” brought mental shock causing countless weak-willed demons to crumple directly, trembling on the ground.
Even demons accustomed to traversing darkness lost their sighting ability in this absolute darkness, facing nothing but endless void.
In an instant, the demon horde fell into unprecedented chaos, with roars and collisions echoing one after another.
Amidst the darkness, Qin Tian’s figure flitted like a ghost.
With a mere thought, the shadows around him began to condense into various weapons: countless pitch-black chains burst from the ground like living giant serpents, precisely piercing the skulls of hundreds of demons, nailing them to the ground; dense shadowy arrows shot towards the demons like torrential rain, with sharp whistling sounds, instantly turning swathes of demons into sieves; countless razor-sharp blades spun rapidly in the darkness, forming deathly meat grinders that shredded any demon that dared to come close.
In this Dark Domain, Qin Tian could freely wield the shadows, transforming them into weapons of any form, wantonly harvesting the lives of demons.
The demons couldn’t see their enemy, their ears filled with the roars and screams of their companions, scattering like headless flies.
In the ensuing chaos, they began to trample and slaughter each other, unable to distinguish friend from foe, creating a scene of utter disarray.
At this moment, dozens of small Gates of Space quietly opened beneath the feet of the remaining over twenty thousand warriors. The warriors fell as if they had plummeted into an abyss, vanishing instantly one by one.
In the end, only Qin Tian remained on the battlefield.
He hovered in mid-air, overlooking the chaotic demon horde in the domain, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Next, let me serve you my explosive feast.
From his storage space, he retrieved all the explosives he had prepared before entering the Demon Suppression Abyss—a thousand iron spheres, each with a diameter of 10 meters, filled with hyper-charged explosive energy, their iron surfaces glowing crimson.
Under the control of his Soul Power, the iron spheres scattered like flowers from a goddess, landing precisely in the densest areas of demons.
After accomplishing this, Qin Tian stepped into the Gate of Space behind him.
A second after the Gate of Space closed, the first iron sphere detonated.
“Boom—!”
The first explosion was like thunder from a clear sky, instantly illuminating the entire Dark Domain.
The terrifying energy shockwaves spread outward, vaporizing demons instantly, ripping massive chasms in the earth.
Immediately, the powerful energy shock triggered adjacent energy-laden iron spheres, rapidly setting off a chain reaction.
The second wave of explosions expanded several times in scope on top of the first, with even greater destructive power, shattering the surrounding obsidian earth and creating a massive crater.
The third wave, fourth wave… the explosions snowballed in scale, with both the scope of destruction and level of power continuously escalating, forming a breathtaking storm of explosions.
Each explosion was accompanied by dazzling light and devastating shockwaves, the radiance of the explosions completely dispelling the darkness, even scattering the Demonic Qi from the sky.
The energy flows generated by the explosions swept across the battlefield like a tsunami, hurling countless demons into the air, where they were torn apart by searing energy or had their skeletons shattered by shockwaves, crashing back to earth as mangled heaps of flesh.
When the aftershocks of the last explosion faded, the once-bustling battlefield fell into a dead silence.
A gigantic crater, dozens of kilometers in diameter, appeared on the ground, filled with charred remnants and molten rock, the air thick with the pungent smell of smoke and lingering energetic residue.
In the depths of the crater, scarcely any living demons could be seen. Occasionally, faint moans emerged from beneath charred remains, and only by sifting through layers of flesh and rubble could a few barely breathing demons be found.
Outside the crater, countless demons gathered at the edge, hesitant to advance.
They gazed at the massive crater that had consumed countless of their comrades, trembling uncontrollably at the lingering horrific energy ripples in the air.
Whether low-tier ghouls, skeleton soldiers, or high-tier lich mages and undead knights, the drive to charge in frenzy had vanished without a trace, replaced by the dread of death.
They had witnessed the cataclysmic explosion, watched as countless companions were reduced to ash in the energy flows, and that profound shock and terror from their very souls prevented them from taking another step forward.
