Chapter 1088: The Tribe Cannot Lack the Great Shaman

The Blighted Cicada was completely depleted of vital energy.

Old Demon Fang was reborn by using the Starwing Cicada.

It was unknown what mystical power the Starwing Cicada possessed to be able to pierce through the crimson crystal wall.

How could the Ancient Fiend's separated soul allow Old Demon Fang to escape? Its figure flickered repeatedly as it pounced forward.

The Starwing Cicada's eyes were filled with anxiety.

Old Demon Fang's primordial spirit was severely wounded. Although he had changed to the Starwing Cicada's body and absorbed the Blighted Cicada's essence, he only had enough power to pass through the crimson crystal wall.

At this moment, Old Demon Fang witnessed a scene he would never forget.

A delicate figure suddenly leaped up. It was the Grand Shaman, positioning herself between him and the Ancient Fiend's separated soul.

"The Shaman Clan cannot be without a Grand Shaman!"

The Grand Shaman smiled mournfully, leaving behind her parting words.

*Boom!*

The ethereal form of the Spring Thunder Cicada shattered, and a point of silver light shimmered on the Grand Shaman's forehead—it was her final spark of life.

Instantly, countless threads of lightning spread across the sky, striking back at the Ancient Fiend's separated soul.

The Spring Thunder Cicada perished, and only then did the lightning threads dissipate!

Although she knew Old Demon Fang was not someone worthy of entrusting her entire clan to, she still chose to sacrifice herself to secure a sliver of hope for him.

The Shaman Clan was far inferior to the Human Clan.

Even if Ling Zhuzi and the others all perished here, the Human Clan's foundation would remain. However, the Shaman Clan would suffer immense losses and be left leaderless.

The gains from the ancient divine pattern restrictions also needed to be taken out by someone for there to be any possibility of revitalizing the Shaman Clan.

Countless lightning rays blocked the path ahead.

The Ancient Fiend's separated soul snorted coldly, its true fiend energy erupting as it prepared to forcefully disperse the lightning rays and capture Old Demon Fang.

At this moment, it understood the frustration Mo Qingzhu had previously experienced.

Qingzhu's main body once again vibrated the spiritual sword fragments, resisting stubbornly. Furthermore, because the Ancient Fiend's separated soul had used the mysterious technique of the Soul-Splitting Slash, its power had sharply declined, making it increasingly difficult to suppress Qingzhu's main body.

For a moment, the Ancient Fiend's separated soul was caught off guard, and its true fiend energy wavered, nearly being engulfed by the lightning rays.

A furious growl emanated from its throat. It had no choice but to abandon its charge, forcefully suppress Qingzhu, and transform its true fiend energy into a vast curtain. Disregarding all costs, it endured the lightning attacks and seized the Grand Shaman, who had almost burned away her essence.

The Grand Shaman died with her eyes closed and was cast into the blood coffin.

By this time, Old Demon Fang had already pierced through the crimson crystal wall and vanished.

Old Demon Fang, having broken through the crimson crystal wall, was the second person to escape, following the elder from the Four Sages Palace.

His eyes flickered erratically.

He had once believed that having cultivated to his current realm, his heart was as hard as iron, and he would not be swayed by external forces or individuals. Yet, the Grand Shaman's final appearance and smile lingered in his mind.

Old Demon Fang had previously dismissed the Grand Shaman, believing she was merely using the revitalization of the Shaman Clan as an excuse to seize power and resources. Now, it seemed he was wrong.

He had become the beneficiary of the Grand Shaman's conviction.

Old Demon Fang's emotions were complex. He flapped his Starwings and ultimately chose to rush toward the location of the divine furnace.

The Grand Shaman was dead.

Even if the ancient fiend could be sealed in the end, those rescued would all be Human Clan experts.

However, if the ancient fiend broke free and the demonic tribulation manifested, the Shaman Clan would also suffer immense devastation.

Instead of seizing the divine furnace, Old Demon Fang chose to repair the ancient divine pattern restrictions.

At this time, the elder from the Four Sages Palace had also arrived at the Ancient Dragon Corpse Hall, racing against time to repair the ancient demon clan restrictions.

The Ancient Fiend's separated soul's face was filled with rage. Its gaze shifted, fixating on the Demonic Lord.

*Whoosh!*

The next moment, the Ancient Fiend's separated soul appeared before the Demonic Lord. It reached out to the side, and its true fiend energy transformed into shackles, binding Fairy Nanchui and forcefully dragging her over.

Everyone present became like lambs to the slaughter, left at the mercy of the Ancient Fiend's separated soul.

Just as the Ancient Fiend's separated soul began its rampage.

Qin Sang was secretly transmitting a message to Ling Zhuzi.

"Senior, I still have the power for one strike, possessing the might of a top-grade magic treasure. However, I need your help to cover me so the ancient fiend doesn't notice..."

At this point, Qin Sang had finally condensed the fire seed into shape.

To achieve this, he had suffered a splitting headache, and the pain he endured was probably no less than what Ling Zhuzi and the others experienced. Had it not been for the jade Buddha, he would have long since been annihilated.

The reason Qin Sang cultivated this secret technique at all costs in this situation was a conjecture he made after seeing "Golden Lotus of the Fire Seed."

If his conjecture proved true, he would be able to unleash a strike of Nascent Soul level power, which might save his life at a critical moment.

The key to the Demonic Banner Grand Formation lay in the Nine Nether Demonic Flames.

Each of the eighteen demonic banners sealed demonic flames. The power of the grand formation depended on how many banners and demonic flames he could control.

With Qin Sang's current cultivation, he could only manipulate a maximum of nine banners to form a formation.

The Nine Nether Demonic Flames were untamed and extremely difficult to control.

However, if he could tame a wisp of the demonic flame, condense a demonic seed, and integrate it with the Nine Nether Demonic Flames, and if his divine sense carried the aura of the Nine Nether Demonic Flames, could he then gain the demonic flames' recognition and reduce their resistance?

In the Purple Mist Forbidden Zone, he had previously verified this: ownerless Nine Nether Demonic Flames held no strong animosity towards each other and would not violently retaliate.

Back then, Qin Sang had used the demonic flames to shroud his body, successfully infiltrating the ghost land behind the demonic restrictions and encountering Bai.

In this way, he would be able to control ten or even more demonic banners, setting up a stronger Demonic Banner Grand Formation!

Qin Sang had never deployed more than nine demonic banners before, so he was unsure of the ultimate power it would unleash, but it was worth a try.

Being able to unleash one strike was enough!

Qin Sang focused intently on condensing the fire seed. It finally took shape, appearing as a tiny, black lotus-like seed in his Purple Mansion.

The demonic flame's aura was very faint, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.

This was Qin Sang's limit.

He understood that his cultivation was insufficient; he was far from being able to control the demonic flames. Simply maintaining the fire seed from dissipating was already a stroke of luck. If he wanted to harness spiritual flames for his own use, like Old Demon Mou, he might not even be able to do so after achieving Nascent Soul.

Even so, if Old Demon Mou were to witness Qin Sang's speed in condensing the fire seed, he would undoubtedly be dumbfounded.

When Qin Sang completed the secret technique, he was horrified to find that the situation had escalated to an irreversible point. After Ling Zhuzi and the others perished, the Ancient Fiend's separated soul would certainly not hesitate to cast the remaining few into the blood coffin as well.

Qin Sang didn't know how effective his strike would be, but he absolutely refused to sit idly by and wait for death!

Seeing that Ling Zhuzi was not far from him, Qin Sang immediately transmitted a message, quickly explaining the situation.

Ling Zhuzi, severely wounded and on the verge of death, was greatly surprised to hear Qin Sang's transmission.

How could he not be surprised that a minor character, accidentally drawn in and ignored by both sides, had not been severely wounded by the demonic roar and even claimed to possess the power to retaliate?

At this critical moment, no source of assistance could be overlooked.

They were all severely injured.

The Ancient Fiend's separated soul, eager for success, had also paid a price, suffering significant power loss. It was essentially a mutual defeat.

Ling Zhuzi immediately made a decision and transmitted back, "Go ahead and set up your formation. I will help you conceal it. Remember to follow my guidance."

He gathered his remaining strength and set up a barrier around Qin Sang, concealing the grand formation's fluctuations.

Qin Sang let out a breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and summoned his demonic banners.

At this point, he discovered that the demonic banners were indeed easier to control than before. When his divine sense tried to activate the Nine Nether Demonic Flames within the banners, the resistance he encountered was also weaker.

Qin Sang took out all eighteen demonic banners in one go.