Chapter 763: Sensation

Compared to the ebony sword, the two-headed *hou* posed a greater threat.

There was no time to recall his soul-bound spiritual sword.

The young man's expression darkened. He made a decisive move, urging his golden ring to strike the two-headed *hou*.

Whoosh!

The golden ring swept across, its momentum no less formidable than a storm, crashing fiercely into the wind blades.

A series of metallic clangs echoed within the storm as countless wind blades shattered, unable to breach the golden ring's barrier. A golden light, unstoppable, was seen piercing through the storm.

After tearing through the storm, the golden ring spun back rapidly.

By then, the ebony sword had arrived. Just as the young man was about to flash over to intercept the golden ring, the ebony sword unexpectedly veered sharply downwards, heading straight for his wrist.

The young man instantly guessed Qin Sang's intention. The jade bracelet was his sole anti-poison treasure, and also his opponent's only weakness. He naturally valued the jade bracelet immensely, had long prepared for such an event, and would never allow his opponent to succeed.

The young man's true essence surged, and his battle armor erupted with divine light, firmly protecting the jade bracelet as his figure swiftly retreated.

The golden ring flew back rapidly, too late to pursue, emitting a buzzing sound before suddenly manifesting a series of illusory images.

Swoosh...

At that critical moment, the ebony sword was successively enveloped by the golden ring's illusory images.

Snap snap...

Crisp crackling sounds continuously rang out as one illusory golden ring after another was shattered by the ebony sword. Though the ebony sword maintained its formidable momentum, it was clearly affected, its sword light dimming.

Several more illusory golden rings assailed it. The ebony sword's speed drastically reduced; it struggled fiercely, but its speed plummeted like a fish trapped in a cage.

Just then, the ebony sword suddenly became still, and a burst of blood-red light abruptly sprayed forth.

Whoosh...

The smile that had just appeared on the young man's face froze. He stared blankly at the jade bracelet.

His protective divine light was utterly useless, easily pierced by the blood-red light.

Affected by the blood-red light, the jade bracelet's luster rapidly faded, becoming incredibly pale in the blink of an eye. The blue light barrier surrounding the young man fluctuated violently, finally shattering.

Snap!

With a crisp snap, the jade bracelet broke into two halves and fell to the ground.

This jade bracelet was merely an anti-poison artifact crafted from a rare and special spiritual material, specifically designed to counteract the purple mist. It did not possess immense power on its own, yet after being contaminated by the Blood Fiend Divine Light, it was instantly destroyed.

Thud!

As the jade bracelet hit the ground, the crisp sound resonated deep within the young man's heart, like a clap of thunder!

With the barrier shattered, the purple mist swarmed in. The young man instantly awoke from his stupor, hurriedly activating his true essence to fully resist the poisonous mist.

His face contorted into a ferocious grimace as he glared fiercely at Qin Sang, his murderous intent soaring to the heavens!

“How dare you destroy my jade bracelet! You deserve to die!”

The young man's expression twisted, and he roared furiously.

The jade bracelet was his most crucial item. Without it, traversing the Purple Mist Despair would be impossible, requiring constant effort to resist the corrosive mist, and his combat strength would plummet instantly.

If the jade bracelet itself weren't a magical artifact that required constant activation, he would have even wanted to hide it in his dantian.

However, he never imagined there existed such a strange and sinister method as the Blood Fiend Divine Light, capable of directly attacking the artifact's core, rendering any protective divine light useless.

Whoosh!

The ebony sword flew back.

Its mission accomplished, Qin Sang recalled the ebony sword to his primordial spirit and summoned the Ten Directions Yama Banner. Hearing the young man's furious roar, he retorted with disdain, “This humble Daoist wants to see who truly dies today...”

Mid-sentence, Qin Sang's expression subtly changed, and he abruptly launched the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

The ghostly banners unfurled, arranging themselves into a formation, and Qin Sang and the two-headed *hou* immediately took shelter within it.

The next moment, a golden light suddenly shot forth. If Qin Sang had been a moment slower, he would have been struck by the golden light, whose target was precisely his sleeve.

The young man's intention was clear: if he could kill the fat silkworm, they would both return to the same conditions, facing the corrosive poisonous mist equally.

Therefore, after losing the jade bracelet, the young man's first reaction was surprisingly not to flee, but to unleash a full-force attack on Qin Sang, seizing the sole combat opportunity.

Qin Sang had continuously used the Nine Dragons Heavenly Chariot Talisman, Sword Qi Thunder Sound, and Sword Light Diversion, almost expending all his strength, just to create the opportunity to destroy the jade bracelet. He would absolutely not allow himself to repeat the same mistake.

He was extremely vigilant; noticing the young man's unusual movement, he immediately ducked into the Ten Directions Yama Formation.

The golden ring, with astonishing power, collided fiercely with the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

The ghostly banners frequently trembled.

In an instant, the surroundings seemed to transform into an infernal ghost domain, filled with chilling Yin energy. Both being mid-grade magical treasures, the golden ring and the Ten Directions Yama Banner fell into a stalemate.

The two-headed *hou* assisted from the side, subtly managing to suppress the golden ring.

Qin Sang immediately noticed that the young man's strength was significantly weaker than before, clearly restricted by the poisonous mist.

This was his chance!

Qin Sang's expression remained calm. His hand seals changed rapidly, and the Ten Directions Yama Banner trembled as the Nine Nether Demonic Flames burst forth from within the banners, converging into a stream and surging towards the golden ring.

Unexpectedly, just after the Nine Nether Demonic Flames appeared, an inexplicable anomaly suddenly emerged, which Qin Sang perceived.

This anomaly had only appeared once before.

That was on Coldflame Island, triggered by the cold mist emanating from the Winterworld Coldflame, which caused a similar sensation.

However, this sensation was stronger than before, even carrying an impatient momentum.

And the source of this sensation was, surprisingly, deep within the Purple Mist Despair!

This was completely unexpected for Qin Sang. He hadn't anticipated the Nine Nether Demonic Flames reacting here. Could a spiritual flame be hidden deep within the Purple Mist Despair?

On Coldflame Island, the sensation had arisen because the cold mist was an emitted power from the Winterworld Coldflame itself.

Could the purple mist here be related to a spiritual flame?

A spiritual flame capable of triggering a reaction from the Nine Nether Demonic Flames must be extraordinary, perhaps even on the same level as the Winterworld Coldflame.

Coldflame Island had first attracted hordes of demonic beasts, then was successively occupied by a transforming great demon and the Island Lord of Huntian Island. Qin Sang had racked his brains just to steal a small fragment.

Even with only that small fragment, after refining it into a fire pearl, it had become his strongest trump card.

Therefore, upon sensing the unusual activity of the Nine Nether Demonic Flames, Qin Sang's heart immediately burned with eagerness.

This time, the spiritual flame was hidden deep within the Purple Mist Despair, and no one would compete with him for it. If he could find it, he could at least refine several more fire pearls; if he could subdue it, that would be even better.

The Winterworld Coldflame was a power even the Island Lord of Huntian Island and transforming great demons feared!

His only concern was uncertainty about the spiritual flame's location and its distance from his current position. If it was in the innermost core of the Purple Mist Despair, the toxins there would undoubtedly be astonishingly potent, and he wasn't sure if the fat silkworm could withstand them.

However, Qin Sang realized this was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. He instantly cast aside distractions, forcibly suppressed the Nine Nether Demonic Flames' unusual stirrings, and urged them to counterattack the golden ring.

To deal with the young man, Qin Sang had even sacrificed his only opportunity to use the Blood Fiend Divine Light.

If he merely forced the young man to retreat, Qin Sang would certainly be unwilling.

Since the young man had developed murderous intent towards him, Qin Sang was not one to be lenient; there was no reason to let him escape.

The young man's offensive seemed fierce, but in reality, it wouldn't last long. The threat of the poisonous mist would grow increasingly severe. If he couldn't swiftly kill Qin Sang, his only option would be to flee, escaping the range of the poisonous mist as quickly as possible to have any hope of survival.