Chapter 1342: Gathering Soul Fight

The Human World

The Human World

“Shriek, shriek, shriek...”

The Blood Infants were tiny, their escaping streaks as fine as hair.

Qin Sang would never let them escape so easily; without hesitation, he activated a sword art.

The Ebony Sword flashed, appearing above the Blood Infants, and streaks of sword light rained down.

A sword formation was about to take shape.

The Blood Infants' shrieks grew even more piercing. They craned their heads, staring intently at the Ebony Sword, their tiny eyeballs glowing with an extreme blood-red hue. A powerful aura erupted from their bodies.

The Blood Infants' auras were interconnected.

And it wasn't merely a simple connection among themselves.

All the Blood Infants within the entire Soul Shadow Grand Formation were interconnected.

At this moment, some of the Blood Infants had been dispatched by Old Demon Ye and Jade Bone to control the blood clouds and ghostly spirits, intercepting intruders, preventing them from approaching the blood-colored altar, and thwarting their grand scheme.

The others were gathered around them, unsealing the altar.

The power of the Blood Infants' resistance exceeded Qin Sang's expectations.

Blood-red light shot out from the crowns of the Blood Infants' heads, converging in the void.

In the blink of an eye, the Ebony Sword was struck. With a crisp sound, it was sent flying, the sword light shattering into fragments, and the sword formation vanished into thin air.

However, Qin Sang's true killing move was not the sword formation.

The Ebony Sword was merely a feint.

While the Blood Infants were focused on the sword formation, eighteen demon banners silently emerged from Qin Sang's sleeve. The Nine Nether Demonic Flames surged forth powerfully, with lightning speed!

The demonic flames shook the heavens, and the ghostly mist retreated.

Killing intent surged like a sea, as if a flaming dragon roared, opening its colossal maw and lunging at one of the Blood Infants!

Qin Sang knew it was impossible to capture all the Blood Infants. To be safe, he aimed at only one.

The demonic flames caused the Blood Infants to turn pale with extreme terror, their sharp cries laced with fear.

They counterattacked with blood-red light, but in their haste, the light was much weaker than before. The demonic flames barely paused, crushing all the blood-red light with overwhelming force!

The one targeted by the demonic flames shrieked in despair as it was engulfed.

The other Blood Infants scattered and fled.

“Whoosh!”

The demonic flames did not pursue further, forming a ball and silently floating in mid-air.

The flames within were not calm; the Blood Infant was still struggling, frantically trying to break out. It was connected to the Soul Infant Grand Formation and could draw power, so it hadn't lost its combat capability yet.

However, within the demonic flames, its efforts were destined to be futile.

Qin Sang wanted to capture it alive and harbored no murderous intent; otherwise, if the demonic flames had fully enveloped it, it would have already turned to ash.

“Swish!”

Qin Sang recalled the Ebony Sword and inspected its blade. As expected of a flying sword refined from the Ten Great Divine Woods, not a single mark was left on its surface.

He flew next to the demonic flames, executed a hand seal to sever the Blood Infant's connection with the outside world, and bound it.

Immediately after, Daoist Priest Zhenyi and the others also flew over one after another.

While Qin Sang was attacking the Blood Infants, they were unable to control the blood clouds and ghostly spirits, which greatly reduced the pressure on the others. They seized the opportunity to escape and personally witnessed the might of the demonic flames.

The cultivator surnamed Guan had heard about Qin Sang's demonic flames, but this was his first time witnessing them firsthand. He couldn't help but take a few more glances, his peripheral vision catching sight of the Nascent Soul talisman puppet standing behind Qin Sang.

Recalling the various rumors about Qin Sang, the cultivator surnamed Guan sighed inwardly, “In not much time, this person will likely replace Old Demon Ye and become the foremost figure in the Northern Star Realm.”

“Daoist Friend Yuzhen!”

A tall, thin cultivator suddenly cried out in alarm and rushed towards the Blood Infant.

Qin Sang was about to intervene, but seeing the person's face filled with sorrow, he paused slightly. Recalling that this person was from the Sinful Abyss, he had a faint suspicion and did not stop him.

He glanced at the Blood Infant; from its features, it was clearly a female cultivator.

Yuzhen was not a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator, but like Old Monster Feng, she couldn't resist the temptation. However, she wasn't as fortunate as Old Monster Feng; she fell victim to Old Demon Ye's cruel hand, her Nascent Soul dug out, leaving her in a grotesque state, neither human nor ghost.

The tall, thin cultivator's fingers trembled as he reached out to touch the Blood Infant.

Though bound, the Blood Infant remained fierce, opening its mouth to bite.

“Watch out, Daoist Friend!”

Qin Sang called out a warning.

Daoist Priest Zhenyi also flew over, exchanged a glance with Qin Sang, and carefully examined the Blood Infant. He sighed and shook his head, “It's no longer Daoist Friend Yuzhen. Old Demon Ye's secret art is too malicious; there's no way to bring her back. Please temper your grief, Daoist Friend.”

The tall, thin cultivator understood the implication.

Having finally captured the Blood Infant, they would surely use it to analyze the evil formation.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he didn't hinder Daoist Priest Zhenyi and Qin Sang's actions. With an expressionless face, he retreated to the back, sat cross-legged in the void, unable to bear looking any longer, and silently recited the Rebirth Incantation with tightly closed eyes.

The others also sobered, silently cooperating.

Just then, the blood clouds and ghostly spirits returned.

The escaped Blood Infants were still restless, causing trouble again. But having learned their lesson, this time they hid extremely well; even the Sky-Eye Butterfly found it difficult to track their whereabouts.

“No! It's not the Sacred Flame!”

Jade Bone stared fixedly in Qin Sang's direction, the joy in his voice diminishing slightly. “So it's demonic flames cultivated by the Nine Nether lineage through comprehending the Sacred Flame,” he muttered. “I knew the Sacred Flame couldn't possibly have ended up here!”

Old Demon Ye's control over the Soul Infant Grand Formation was not as strong as Jade Bone's.

He diverted some of his attention, sensed for a moment, discovered Qin Sang's whereabouts, and deduced that the Natal Demonic Flames Jade Bone spoke of were precisely the flames from the demon banners Qin Sang wielded.

“So it has such an origin,” Old Demon Ye thought. “No wonder its power is so astonishing. I heard the demon banners came from the hands of Old Ghost Kuiyin; I wonder where this old demon got them...”

This thought flashed through Old Demon Ye's mind, then he heard Jade Bone say, “Although it's not the Sacred Flame, its power is formidable. Excellent! This Venerable One will take these demonic flames. For now, there's no need to exhaust myself seeking other protective means; I can focus on recovering my strength.”

Jade Bone rubbed his hands together, eager to try, and the soul fire in his eye sockets pulsed rapidly.

Hearing these words, Old Demon Ye's brows furrowed deeply.

“You want to snatch his demon banners?” Old Demon Ye frowned. “Do you realize my Blood Demon avatar fell into this person's hands? He suddenly has a Nascent Soul puppet by his side, and who knows what other tricks he has hidden. Moreover, he's surrounded by Nascent Soul cultivators; they're not people to be trifled with. The altar is about to be unsealed, and you haven't recovered yet. I advise you not to cause any complications and ruin our grand plan...”

Before Old Demon Ye's words had even finished, Jade Bone waved his hand dismissively.

“Who said I want to snatch his demon banners?” Jade Bone retorted. “I intend to directly take the demonic flames! Although I am not a descendant of the Nine Nether race and cannot directly seize them, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator cannot possibly subdue the Nine Nether Demonic Flames. He merely wields them indirectly through the power of the demon banners. With a simple trick, they will be mine!”

Jade Bone's tone was full of confidence, completely disregarding Qin Sang.

He shifted his gaze to the ghostly spirits, pondered for a moment, then extended his large hand and forcefully scooped them up.

Hundreds of ghostly spirits were pulled out by him.

Ghostly energy rotated in his palm as the spirits floated up and down, being refined into soul energy and merging into a vortex.

Jade Bone tossed it upward, and the vortex spun, automatically refining ghostly spirits, swallowing countless in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, a palm-sized, ink-black funnel, smooth all over, emerged in the void.