Chapter 403: Igniting the Demon Flame

Sect Master Wuji pointed his sword upwards. The spiritual sword transformed into a green rainbow that shot skyward, then flashed high above. It unleashed an endless suction force, drawing away all the surrounding malevolent wind and creating a vast void.

Immediately after, the spiritual sword vanished into thin air, leaving only a humming sound that resonated across the heavens and earth. The sharp whistling sound subtly seemed to suppress the Profound Frost Malevolent Wind.

Was this the most powerful move of the Shadowless Sword technique?

Qin Sang tilted his head back, his gaze shifting. He could only see emptiness in the void, completely unable to locate the spiritual sword's true form, unsure where it was striking at that moment.

As Sect Master Wuji unleashed his sword, another black-robed figure also moved.

With one hand, he formed a palm, gathering vast spiritual power, and forcefully struck the Black Tortoise Shell.

The phantom of the Black Tortoise trembled, and suddenly, the Black Tortoise Shell within it erupted with dense black light, instantly filling the entire phantom. At that moment, the Black Tortoise seemed to come alive, like a true fierce beast.

A low roar, not at all inferior to the hum of a sword, spread across the surroundings as the Black Tortoise raised its head.

The Black Tortoise's huge eyes glowed crimson as it glared furiously at the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon.

Its entire body was jet black, especially its shell, which resembled a piece of profound iron. Its massive body appeared clumsy, but it was in fact exceptionally agile. Its figure flashed, instantly traversing the void to appear beside the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon. It opened its massive, blood-red maw, its sharp fangs biting towards the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon's right wing.

"Screech!"

The Thunder-Swallowing Falcon shrieked, the feathers on its long neck gleaming with silver light. Lightning coursed between its feathers, finally gathering in its wings.

Its wings turned silver, transforming into a pair of massive lightning wings.

Facing the Black Tortoise's sudden attack, the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon showed no weakness. Not only did it not dodge, but its wings instead slammed hard towards the Black Tortoise.

"Thwack!"

The massive wings flapped out, merging with a thunderous storm. They struck the Black Tortoise squarely, like two colossal lightning whips.

The Black Tortoise wailed, its figure halting abruptly as the lightning storm erupted within its body.

Seizing the opportunity, the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon ascended, its mouth wide open. It spat out a massive lightning pillar, and the silver light on its body abruptly dimmed.

For some unknown reason, the lightning pillar surged towards the empty space directly in front of it.

The humming sound abruptly ceased, revealing the lightning pillar transforming into a massive lightning cage, trapping a spiritual sword within.

It was Sect Master Wuji's sword!

Sect Master Wuji's sword technique was seen through by the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon. He could only control his spiritual sword to assault the lightning cage.

The Thunder-Swallowing Falcon's might surged, surprisingly blocking the attacks of two Nascent Soul cultivators simultaneously.

Just then, before the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon could stop, its eyes gleamed with divine light, abruptly fixing its gaze downwards. Then, its wings shook violently, its figure transforming into a bolt of lightning, and it shot away rapidly.

"Bang!"

A figure had infiltrated the area unnoticed; it was surprisingly the black-robed man.

He had stealthily slipped away, but the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon's lightning eyes saw through his move. It then used a lightning evasion technique to knock him out.

The black-robed man was sent flying back in disarray, but the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon remained relentless. It bent like lightning and continued to pursue him.

The black-robed man hadn't expected the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon to be so fierce. Caught off guard, he found himself in a dangerous situation, retreating rapidly.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Sect Master Wuji disregarded his spiritual sword and quickly went to rescue the black-robed man.

Working together, the two men were finally able to block the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon, but both were forced to retreat by it.

The Thunder-Swallowing Falcon shrieked loudly at Sect Master Wuji and the other man, issuing a warning.

The black-robed man, who had narrowly escaped injury from the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon, was filled with rage. He said something to Sect Master Wuji, then suddenly sat cross-legged in the void.

The Black Tortoise Shell hung high in the sky, and as the black-robed man changed his hand seals, it split into two, then into four...

Even Qin Sang could see that the black-robed man was preparing a powerful technique, and the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon must also have sensed the danger.

It immediately flapped its wings, unleashing a furious lightning storm.

Sect Master Wuji leaped to block in front of the black-robed man. He retrieved his spiritual sword, swept his hand over it, and manifested a sword array to block the lightning storm, while the black-robed man remained unperturbed, sitting cross-legged.

For a time, the roles of attacker and defender were reversed. Sect Master Wuji employed various techniques, surprisingly holding the Thunder-Swallowing Falcon at bay.

The battle took place in the distant sky, where malevolent wind and ice obstructed the view. What Qin Sang could see was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The black-robed man caught Qin Sang's attention. Seeing the frequent transformations of the Black Tortoise Shell in front of him, Qin Sang knew he was certainly preparing a complex and powerful technique that would be difficult to complete quickly.

They did not seem ready to give up!

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's heart stirred, and the thought that had just faded ignited once more.

This was an opportunity not to be missed. Seeing that the moment had truly arrived, Qin Sang immediately acted.

He did his best to conceal his aura, gliding slightly downwards along the ice mountain. He tried to stay where the spiritual energy was most chaotic and hid behind the wind pillar of the Profound Frost Malevolent Wind.

He used the wind pillar as cover to avoid being detected by the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The deep cave was at the foot of the mountain. The further Qin Sang descended, the closer he got to the Profound Frost Malevolent Wind.

His primordial spirit, protected by the Jade Buddha, remained safe and sound. However, his physical body began to feel cold, and soon a biting coldness permeated his entire body, almost freezing him solid.

At this point, he had only just reached the edge of the deep cave.

The power of the Profound Frost Malevolent Wind was terrifying. If not for the Jade Buddha, he would never have been able to reach this point; his primordial spirit would have been frozen to death by the cold it emitted.

Even though the most terrifying cold had no effect on his primordial spirit, the chilling wind influenced by the malevolent wind still exceeded the protective capabilities of the Crimson Core.

Standing at the edge of the deep cave, Qin Sang felt all his meridians growing sluggish. He squinted, leaning forward to look, and saw only a vast expanse of white inside.

The Thunder-Swallowing Falcon's nest might be even deeper, or perhaps there was nothing below at all, and he had guessed wrong.

Qin Sang clutched the Crimson Core tightly in his right palm, almost losing sensation.

Without the Crimson Core, he would have had to retreat upon reaching this point. If he were to descend, even if he wasn't discovered by the two cultivators and the demon, he would quickly be frozen solid and perish.

This Crimson Core offered him a sliver of possibility.

Qin Sang channeled a trace of spiritual energy, attaching it to the Crimson Core. As long as he ignited the power of the Crimson Core's demonic flame, he could use its protection to barely shield his physical body until the flame burned out.

However, due to the Crimson Core's special properties, once the demonic flame was ignited, it could no longer be stopped. The Crimson Core would be completely destroyed once the demonic flame was fully consumed.

Destroying this rare treasure might yield nothing in return, making it a complete waste.

Time did not allow Qin Sang to ponder; the battle situation was too unpredictable. He barely hesitated before deciding to activate his spiritual energy and ignite the demonic flame within the Crimson Core.

The chaotic demonic flames erupted completely, and the scene he had witnessed before reappeared. The Crimson Core melted, with flowing flames on its surface like a layer of glaze.

Qin Sang tried his best to restrain the demonic flame's aura. However, with the Profound Frost Malevolent Wind directly in front, any aura that attempted to pass through would be easily extinguished.

Holding the Crimson Core, Qin Sang's hands were scalding hot, but his body gradually felt warmth. The demonic flame was indeed effective!

However, as the demonic flame burned, the Crimson Core melted layer by layer, becoming smaller and smaller.

The Crimson Core's protection would not last long.

Without further delay, Qin Sang immediately stepped forward, hugging the ice wall, and descended.

At the same time, he reactivated the Ten Directions Yama Formation he had just put away. Ghost banners revolved around him, one hand clutching the Crimson Core, the other tightly gripping his magic treasure.