I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 489 - 403: The Curse of Fate, Suppressing Tier 7 (Part 3)

Chapter 489: Chapter 403: The Curse of Fate, Suppressing Tier 7 (Part 3)

Just like before, the dream is a destiny already set in stone. She tried with all her might to avoid it, but ultimately couldn’t save Xiao Yu.

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The wind and snow in the outskirts of the city became increasingly violent. The heavy snowflakes sliced through the air like sharp fragments of jade, accumulating into thick layers on the ground, sinking to the ankles with every step.

Qin Tian and the black-robed figure quickly crossed paths amid the snowstorm, the blue-black light from the collision of their Spiritual Energy resembling thunder in the dark, briefly illuminating the desolate land, only to be swiftly swallowed again by the pervasive snowfall.

The black-robed figure, a Tier Seven Spirit Mage, had never regarded the Tier Six Qin Tian as a threat, but upon truly engaging, he realized just how mistaken he had been.

His hands formed seals swiftly, and he chanted obscure spells while Dark Spiritual Energy surged around him like boiling ink, quickly condensing into three dark spears as thick as an arm—spears entwined with twisted black mist, their tips gleaming with a light capable of tearing souls apart, shooting simultaneously toward Qin Tian’s chest, throat, and abdomen, sealing off any room for evasion.

“Is this all you’ve got?” A dense black light suddenly flashed in Qin Tian’s eyes.

The overwhelming pressure of the Night Emperor’s bloodline expanded like an invisible storm, causing the originally threatening three dark spears to alter their trajectory abruptly as if drawn by a magnet, no longer attacking Qin Tian but instead flying toward his palm.

Qin Tian opened his palm in response, allowing the dark Spiritual Energy to form a vortex in his hand, effortlessly devouring all three dark spears.

“What kind of bizarre ability is this!” The black-robed figure was both shocked and furious. Despite decades of cultivating Dark Spiritual Energy, he had never seen anyone plunder and convert dark power so effortlessly, completely overturning his understanding of Spiritual Energy.

Unwilling to concede, he once again summoned his Spiritual Energy, striking the ground forcefully with both hands. A giant dark net, several meters in diameter, emerged beneath the snow. Its strands seemed woven from solidified black mist, laced with a highly poisonous substance capable of corroding both flesh and Spiritual Energy, descending upon Qin Tian.

This was the “Soul Devourer Net,” his famous entrapment magic, which had ensnared many formidable opponents of the same tier, even causing Peak Tier Six Spiritualists to fall to it.

But against Qin Tian, this net became a joke. Without even touching his Black Frost Blade, Qin Tian’s black aura surged dramatically, and the imperial pressure of the Night Emperor’s bloodline became an invisible command. The rapidly constricting dark net suddenly halted midair, its strands breaking with a sizzling sound, as if crushed by some terrifying force.

In mere moments, the entire dark net crumbled completely, turning into countless tiny black mists. As if finding their home, they converged towards Qin Tian and were eventually absorbed into his body as a replenishment of his power.

“Your magic can’t hurt me.” Qin Tian’s voice was cold, lightning and Dark Spiritual Energy intertwined beneath his feet, forming a unique dual-colored halo of faint purple lightning and pitch-black Spiritual Energy.

His figure glided across the snow like a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage as he instantly closed in on the black-robed figure. The Black Frost Blade in his hand gleamed with a sharp cold light, the surrounding snowflakes dyed black by the swirling dark Spiritual Energy. A several-meter-long black Sword Qi slashed towards the black-robed figure’s chest.

The black-robed figure’s pupils contracted sharply as he quickly formed three layers of thick dark shields, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from ordinary Tier Seven powerhouses. Yet, the moment Qin Tian’s Sword Qi descended, the first layer shattered instantly like fragile thin ice, the second layer only withstood it briefly before breaking, and although the third layer barely blocked the main body of the Sword Qi, it was riddled with dense cracks, finally shattering with a “crack” sound.

“Damn it, what bloodline is this!” The black-robed figure retreated continuously, eyes filled with disbelief.

He had never seen such a bizarre bloodline capable of easily unsettling his Dark Spiritual Energy.

“This kid is too strange, retreat for now, and plan later!”

A hint of gloom flashed in the black-robed figure’s eyes as he blended into the shadows on the ground, seemingly melting into the darkness—this was his ultimate escape technique: the “Shadow Escape Secret Technique,” allowing him to traverse through any shadow, even the faintest projections in the snowy night, serving as his escape route. He had previously used this technique to escape numerous dangerous ambushes.

Soon, the black-robed figure’s body completely vanished into the shadows of the snowstorm, leaving only a trace of extremely faint Spiritual Energy fluctuations, fluttering away like a broken kite.

If it were any other Spiritualist, they would’ve long lost track of the black-robed figure. But Qin Tian was different—with the Night Emperor’s bloodline, his control over darkness and shadows far exceeded that of ordinary people. Even when the black-robed figure merged into shadows, Qin Tian could still clearly sense his escape trajectory within the shadows, even locking onto the aura of his soul.

Qin Tian stood in place, his eyes flashing with black light, space power and Dark Spiritual Energy gathering under his feet. If he wished, he could catch up with the black-robed figure in the next second, even forcibly tearing through the shadows using the power of the Night Emperor’s bloodline to drag him out of the state of shadow escape for a fatal strike.

But at this moment, the heart-wrenching cries of Dongfang Mingyue reached his ears, filled with despair and pain, piercing through the howling wind and snow like sharp needles, stabbing deep into Qin Tian’s heart.

His heart clenched, and the thought of pursuit vanished without a trace.

Something big must have happened for Dongfang Mingyue to be in such a state of collapse!

Without hesitation, he cast a Hunting Mark on the black-robed figure, ensuring that no matter how far the figure fled, he could track him down, with plenty of opportunities in the future to settle the score.

The mark traveled swiftly through the shadows with a life of its own, attaching precisely to the black-robed figure’s concealed form.

Having done all this, Qin Tian no longer lingered. In the wind and snow, his figure vanished into the Void Gate, leaving behind the chaotic snowy plain and the lingering fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, bearing witness to the thrilling battle that just took place.