Bölüm 1386: Düşmanı Zayıflıkla Kandırmak

Bölüm 1386: Düşmanı Zayıflıkla Kandırmak

Song Wen, transformed into a nascent soul cultivator, stared at Anmu City for a long time. Even after the Cosmic Transformation Incarnation brought Bao Tianming before him, no one had pursued Gong Tianzong and Feng Chang in the direction they fled.

It seems I overreacted to Gong Tianzong’s sudden shift to cultivating the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art. As experts of the Divine Blood Gate, they wouldn’t reveal themselves so easily. They’re likely cultivating within the Six Fiends Hall.

With this thought, Song Wen glanced again in the direction Gong Tianzong and Feng Chang had fled.

The pair had long since vanished without a trace.

But Song Wen wasn’t worried about losing them.

They were heading straight toward the Primordial Qi Death Zone.

The Six Fiends Hall’s new base was likely located somewhere within that desolate region.

Moreover, when the pair fled, their escape speed was no faster than that of a Void Refinement Stage cultivator—after all, Feng Chang’s cultivation was only at the Void Refinement Stage.

This meant Song Wen could take a detour, reach the Primordial Qi Death Zone ahead of them, and ambush them there.

Operating within the Primordial Qi Death Zone offered Song Wen a significant advantage: the shadow void.

Outside the Death Zone, the shadow void’s sensory range was comparable to that of cultivators at the same cultivation stage.

But upon entering the Death Zone, its sensory range immediately doubled.

Meanwhile, cultivators entering the Death Zone found their divine sense severely disrupted, their sensory range suppressed to a fraction of its normal extent.

Thus, even if the Six Fiends Hall truly had a Great Ascension Stage cultivator overseeing the area, as long as they lacked an Eighth-Tier Void Demon, it remained uncertain who would detect whom first.

With a swift movement, Song Wen transformed into a fleeting shadow, darting diagonally into the distance.

Primordial Qi Death Zone.

Song Wen stood atop a low earthen hill.

This was the outer perimeter of the Primordial Qi Death Zone, yet Song Wen’s divine sense could only extend less than a hundred miles.

Master, Gong Tianzong and Feng Chang are approaching from due north, Shadow Void’s voice suddenly echoed in his sea of consciousness.

A cold glint flashed in Song Wen’s eyes at the news.

Nine tentacles slowly extended from his head as the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword materialized in his hand.

Have you detected any other suspicious presences or cultivators nearby? Song Wen asked through his sea of consciousness, channeling power into the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword.

He was concerned that the Six Fiends Hall’s stronghold might be nearby, and any confrontation could draw out their powerful expert.

Within a ten-thousand-mile radius, there are no other cultivators besides those two, Shadow Void replied.

Excellent. Prepare yourself. Once they enter the hundred-mile range, launch a divine sense attack immediately.

As he spoke, the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword in Song Wen’s hand blazed with dark light, tearing through the surrounding pitch-black Primordial Qi, causing it to churn violently.

Master, Shadow Void’s voice sounded again, a fifth-tier void beast is approaching from the southwest.

Song Wen, who had been preparing for a direct confrontation with Gong Tianzong, suddenly brightened. The Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword and the nine tentacles vanished simultaneously.

Then, he soared into the air, heading southwest.

Gong Tianzong, who was soaring through the air, suddenly frowned slightly.

About a hundred miles ahead, a figure fleeing in disarray had entered his perception range.

The person’s cultivation was only at the peak nascent soul stage, while the pursuer was a fifth-tier mid-grade void fiend.

However, the person’s escape technique was remarkably effective. Flashing with electric light, they were nearly as fast as the void fiend behind them.

This meant that while the distance between them was closing, the void fiend would likely need to exert considerable effort to catch up.

The scene before him left Gong Tianzong with an unsettling feeling that something was amiss.

Before he could ponder further, Feng Chang, who was traveling behind him, also noticed the fleeing figure. Feng Chang’s voice interrupted Gong Tianzong’s thoughts.

A mere nascent soul cultivator daring to trespass into the Primordial Qi Death Zone? Utterly reckless! To dare obstruct Hall Master Gong—death is too good for them!

Before the words had even finished leaving his lips, Feng Chang, eager to curry favor and claim credit, had already charged forward, six Corpse-Suppressing Nails radiating with chilling corpse qi materializing before him.

Gong Tianzong watched Feng Chang’s retreating figure, his frown deepening.

Yet he didn’t rebuke Feng Chang, allowing him to proceed unchecked.

This was a perfect opportunity to test whether there was anything truly strange about the fleeing figure.

After all, why should the hall master risk himself when he could send a subordinate to probe the danger?

Though Feng Chang was impatient for quick results, he didn’t rashly approach the newcomer. Instead, he immediately activated six Corpse-Suppressing Nails and launched them at the figure.

How could a mere nascent soul cultivator withstand the full force of a Void Refinement Stage cultivator’s attack?

The six Corpse-Suppressing Nails struck the cultivator’s body in various places, instantly shattering him into a shower of flesh and blood. The fifth-tier void beast was similarly torn apart by the nails.

Hall Master Gong, the intruder has been eliminated...

Feng Chang turned eagerly to claim credit, only to see Gong Tianzong’s expression suddenly shift.

Gong Tianzong abruptly sensed a lethal killing intent surging from behind him. Fortunately, his instincts had been on high alert. He swiftly summoned his Corpse Coffin to shield his back.

Clang!

The metallic clang of colliding weapons echoed across the desolate landscape.

Gong Tianzong whirled around, finally noticing the figure who should have died at Feng Chang’s hands now standing behind him, a two-foot-long black dagger in his grip.

The dagger was jet-black, radiating a sinister dark glow, its edge impossibly sharp.

Gong Tianzong’s natal magic treasure, the Corpse Coffin, had been hastily summoned and hadn’t yet been fully activated. It was no match for the dagger’s lethal strike. The surging corpse qi enveloping the coffin was instantly cleaved apart by the blade.

The Corpse Coffin collided directly with the flying sword, sending it hurtling backward to slam into Gong Tianzong’s lower back, launching both man and coffin into the air.

This near-fatal blow allowed him to escape with his life, narrowly avoiding being cleaved in two by a single strike.

Seeing his meticulously planned ambush foiled by Gong Tianzong, Song Wen had no time for regret.

A crimson blood mist erupted from his body as his blood essence rapidly drained, transforming into a torrent of spiritual power. This surge of energy, combined with his original spiritual power, poured into the short sword in his hand.

The blade blazed with an intense black radiance, striking out like a pitch-black lightning bolt toward Gong Tianzong.

The Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword?! Gong Tianzong’s pupils constricted, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

As he retreated violently, the Corpse Coffin burst open.

Instantly, corpse qi roared forth like a flood breaching its dam, surging outward in a raging torrent!

ROAR!

A deafening roar shook the heavens as a terrifying, scarlet-skinned figure leaped from the coffin.

This was a peak seventh-tier Blood Corpse, over three meters tall, its cracked skin revealing writhing, blood-red muscles beneath. Corpse Fiend energy materialized around it in tangible tendrils.

The Blood Corpse’s massive claw shot out, carrying a putrid stench of death, and seized the pitch-black sword radiance!

Clang!

The black radiance of the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword dimmed abruptly, the blade forcibly knocked aside by the claw.

The Blood Corpse’s colossal frame shuddered slightly.

Flesh peeled from its claw like rotten mud, exposing crimson bone marked by a sword gash several centimeters deep.