Chapter 1500 - 436: Since You’re Useless, You Can Die!

Some lunged at Zhou Qing with a roar just as they landed, others directly crashed into a pulp, while some were pierced through the skull by the long spear before they fully crawled out!

Inside the cave, screams, blasts, and the thunderous roar of Thunder intertwined, like Purgatory descending!

Zhou Qing’s eyes were red with killing, sweeping the long spear, as Thunder Light rampaged, leaving destruction in its wake!

——He no longer cared about reason or consequences!

At this moment, he only wished to vent the nearly maddening anger and unwillingness in his heart!

"Roar——!!"

The Shroud struggled and roared under the Golden Dharma Seal, the fabric trembling violently, seemingly in anger, yet also in fear.

It witnessed Zhou Qing slaughtering its painstakingly nurtured offspring within the cave, the kind of unrestrained murderous intent that even made it shudder!

——Until the last cocoon was shattered by the Thunder Spear!

Zhou Qing landed, breathing heavily, his eyes still as red as before.

He slowly turned around, holding the Purple Gold Long Spear, stepping towards the suppressed Shroud, one step at a time.

"Now... it’s your turn."

At that moment, it was truly afraid!

The fabric writhed frantically, adopting a posture of begging, even voluntarily twisting into a "prostrate" shape.

Zhou Qing sneered, flipping his palm, causing the Blood Phoenix Bone to float out.

"You should be able to understand my words." His voice was hoarse and ice-cold, "Have you seen this bone?"

The Shroud frantically nodded, then stretched the fabric, pointing towards the blood-red Scroll on the stone platform.

Zhou Qing’s eyes sharpened, the spear pointed directly at it!

"Dare to deceive me?!"

He had already copied that Scroll using the Copy Sticker, if it contained the Blood Phoenix Bone, he would have discovered it long ago!

The Shroud shook desperately, its fabric twisting.

This time, its trembling fabric tip pointed not at the blood-red Scroll, but at the stone platform itself!

"Hmm?" Zhou Qing’s eyes suddenly squinted, his heart slightly raced.

Without hesitation, he turned around, striding towards the stone platform where the blood-red Scroll lay.

However, just as he approached—

"Clang!"

The blood-red Scroll suddenly radiated a piercing red light, a phantom shadow of the Blood Phoenix emerged from it, flapping its wings.

Feathers red as blood burned with ancient power, Double Pupils like two blood moons locked onto Zhou Qing, emitting a sharp cry!

"Courting death!" Zhou Qing blocked horizontally with the Purple Gold Long Spear, the Thunder Pattern on the spear exploded, colliding brutely with the Blood Phoenix phantom!

"Boom——!!!"

A terrifying shockwave exploded, Zhou Qing was shockingly pushed back several steps, the web between thumb and finger cracked, blood flowing down his wrist.

His heart tightened, pupils narrowing: "No wonder... even with the Taiyin Soul Refining Array temporarily trapping the Shroud, Han Yi could only take away the Transforming Divine Medicine, unable to take away this Scroll!"

"So the real protective power is hidden within the stone platform!"

After the single strike by the Blood Phoenix phantom, it did not pursue but slowly dissipated, re-entering the Scroll.

Zhou Qing narrowed his eyes, his mouth slightly dripping with blood, yet a fiercer fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, his pupils suddenly splitting—the blood-red Heavy Pupils emerged!

"Break illusion!"

Subsequently, his vision penetrated the surface of the stone platform, delving layer after layer!

In an instant, he saw—

Inside the stone platform, there lay a bone entirely red as blood.

Bone patterns burned like flames, exuding strands of ancient aura, closely connecting with the blood-red Scroll.

And the power of that Blood Phoenix phantom originated from it!

"Indeed, it’s real!" Zhou Qing laughed madly, hope surged again within him.

Then the Heavy Pupils converged, fiercely turning to gaze at the suppressed Shroud: "Fetch it for me!"

The Shroud trembled frantically, its fabric twisted, but could only shake its head despairingly—it couldn’t do it!

Zhou Qing’s eyes shone coldly, his right hand suddenly pressed down.

The Daluo Demon Sealing Seal suspended in the air glowed brightly with golden light, the Taoist talismans on the seal light up with dazzling blue light.

The Shroud was deeply pressed into the ground, cracks resembling webs began to appear on its surface, wisps of black gas sizzling out of the crevices.

"Hiss... roar..."

The Shroud emitted a non-humanlike wail, those twisting blood patterns suddenly condensed into a vague human face, revealing a pleading expression.

It pointed arduously with a corner of its fabric towards the blood-red Scroll, then trembled pointing to the Blood Phoenix Bone in Zhou Qing’s hand, lastly limply falling.

Zhou Qing scrutinized its "expression", a trace of hesitation flickered within the Heavy Pupils.

Yet recalling Han Yi’s pale visage, his gaze sharpened again: "Since it’s useless, then die."

In the next moment, the "卍" character on the Daluo Demon Sealing Seal began rapidly spinning.

The golden light condensed into nine chains, wrapping around the entire Shroud with a "clattering" noise.

The Shroud twisted in terror, the blood patterns on its surface frantically shifted, suddenly manifesting hundreds of agonized human faces, each silently screaming.

"Suppress!"

With Zhou Qing’s sharp shout, the Golden Dharma Seal slammed down thunderously.

The Shroud was like ice exposed to scorching sun, first a blackened hole appeared at the center of the fabric, then cracks swiftly spread across the entire surface.

The faces formed by blood patterns burst one by one, into a foul blood mist.

In the final moments, the remaining corner of the Shroud suddenly stretched taut, as if attempting a final resistance.

But in the next second—

"Bang!"

The entire fabric exploded into countless fragments, each piece catching fire in midair, transforming into ash-white cinders dispersing.

Amid the yet undissipated blood mist, faintly visible were myriad twisted human faces struggling in agony.

Finally with a long, venomous sigh, it utterly annihilated into the air.

Zhou Qing withdrew the Dharma Seal, lowering his gaze to the ground—where only a pool of viscous black blood remained, sizzling as it corroded the rock, emitting a foul green smoke.

He snorted coldly, flicking his fingertips, a strand of Purple Gold Thunder Fire fell, incinerating the last bit of filth to ash.