Chapter 764: Attack and Defense Reversed

Qin Sang knew the young man was desperate.

He hid inside the Ten Directions Yama Formation, refusing to come out.

The Nine Nether Demonic Flame burst out from the formation banners, enveloping the golden ring.

Instantly, the golden light was covered by the demonic flame. Though they appeared to merge, they were, in fact, engaged in a fierce struggle, each trying to suppress the other within a small space.

While the golden ring could bind an opponent's magical artifacts, it seemed constrained before the Nine Nether Demonic Flame. Its projected ring-like shadows were all shattered by the demonic flame.

Although Qin Sang's cultivation was inferior to the young man's, wearing the Poison-Dispelling Armor meant he didn't have to worry about the poisonous mist, and he prioritized stability. The young man, however, had to constantly divert attention to resist the mist and was eager to kill Qin Sang.

The three Ten Directions Yama Banners, forming a grand formation, were not comparable to ordinary mid-grade magical artifacts. With this ebb and flow, the more anxious the young man became, the less success he achieved.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Nine Nether Demonic Flame was repeatedly battered by the golden ring's attacks, fluctuating and trembling, yet it held its ground.

Qin Sang's expression was grim. The disparity in their strengths was evident. After destroying the jade bracelet, he had gained the upper hand, but he also had to guard against the young man's desperate last stand; a single lapse could lead to him being killed.

Earlier, when the jade bracelet was intact, the young man was cautious, holding back to protect it and hesitant to fight head-on. Now, he had no choice but to go all out.

His eyes blazed with fury, radiating immense killing intent, and he held nothing back.

Qin Sang's strength exceeded his imagination. A mere Core Formation mid-stage cultivator not only possessed astonishing swordsmanship but also such a powerful magical artifact.

With this artifact, it was almost impossible to defeat Qin Sang quickly.

After witnessing the power of the Ten Directions Yama Formation, the young man became resolute. He not only continued his assault but also spared no true essence, fully unleashing the golden ring in a furious attack.

The young man's offensive was like a torrential storm.

Qin Sang focused intently on controlling his magical artifact. Beside him, the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast caught its breath and once again unleashed wind blades, helping to alleviate Qin Sang's pressure.

Together, the man and the beast showed signs of suppressing the golden ring.

It was at this moment that a sudden change occurred.

A green light emerged from the ground, instantly spreading like a green carpet. Plants grew rapidly, surging wildly towards Qin Sang's position. But these were not plants; they were incredibly sharp sword energies!

"Swish, swish..."

The Ten Directions Yama Formation was enveloped by sword energy. The young man swore to pierce Qin Sang with a thousand swords!

Qin Sang's heart tightened. He knew the young man was fighting for his life. With such an unrestrained attack, it would be difficult for him to divert attention to resist the poisonous mist, and he certainly wouldn't last long.

Once the poisonous mist invaded his internal organs, even immortals couldn't save him.

Qin Sang and the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast roared simultaneously. The Nine Nether Demonic Flame reversed course, burning the 'plants', while the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast also exerted its full strength, its vertical pupils shooting out bursts of wind, single-handedly resisting the golden ring.

But the young man's offensive was too fierce; even Qin Sang and the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast combined could not withstand it.

Qin Sang knew he couldn't just stand there and wait to die. His advantage lay in his escape technique; with the mystic talismans combined with sword qi and thunderous sound, his speed could even surpass the young man's.

Seeing that his opponent was too formidable to face directly, Qin Sang called back the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast and immediately began to maneuver, stalling for time, waiting for the young man to succumb to the erosion of the poisonous mist.

As it turned out, Qin Sang's strategy worked.

The fiercest wave of attacks failed to kill Qin Sang. The young man's complexion worsened, the poisonous mist having already penetrated his protective true essence. Purplish-red discoloration even spread inwards on his skin, invading his meridians, and waves of intense pain assailed him.

Eventually, the young man could no longer bear it and had to stop. Otherwise, before killing Qin Sang, he would succumb to the poison himself.

The golden ring suddenly stopped, and the illusion faded like a tide.

The young man retracted his magical artifact.

Qin Sang suppressed his escape light, his breathing unusually rapid, his back soaked with sweat. He had finally endured. The young man's condition was clearly amiss; his desperate gamble had failed, and he had been corroded by the poisonous mist.

He was indeed the toughest opponent he had ever faced, so difficult to deal with.

Unexpectedly, before Qin Sang could even sigh in relief, he suddenly noticed the retreating gray sword inexplicably change direction and thrust back towards him.

The gray sword glowed with a dazzling green light, its sword energy soaring, its momentum like a rainbow.

"Why aren't you expelling the poison quickly? You're already at the end of your tether, what good will this do?"

Qin Sang stared intently at the gray sword, pondering the young man's purpose in this action. Just as this thought emerged, he suddenly felt something was amiss and instantly realized what it was, his expression dramatically changing.

Immediately after, his Jiao Soul and sword energy appeared simultaneously, and his figure rapidly retreated.

At the same time, Qin Sang abruptly waved his hand, unleashing the Nine Nether Demonic Flame without reservation.

"Poof!"

The gray sword plunged into the demonic flame.

Qin Sang's expression was anxious, as if a dangerous moment had arrived.

The next moment, a burst of green light erupted from within the Nine Nether Demonic Flame, shattering it.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar caused layers of ripples to spread through the purple mist.

The young man looked as if he had been struck by lightning, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood. His face was devoid of color, and his aura suddenly weakened.

Qin Sang's expression changed drastically. He hastily retrieved the Ten Directions Yama Banners and immediately felt a powerful wave of impact. He was heavily struck, sent flying backwards, and stumbled upon landing, barely managing to stand firm.

Then, he eagerly summoned the Ten Directions Yama Banners and inspected them carefully. Only after confirming they were undamaged did he let out a long sigh of relief.

The previous explosion was, surprisingly, the young man's decisive self-detonation of his Natal Spirit Sword!

If Qin Sang hadn't been constantly vigilant and possessed excellent escape techniques, even if he himself had escaped, one or two of the Ten Directions Yama Banners might have been destroyed, making it impossible to form the demonic formation.

It was clear the young man wasn't yet desperate enough; he might still have a chance if he tried to escape the Purple Mist Dead Zone.

Qin Sang hadn't expected this person to be so ruthless as to self-detonate his Natal Spirit Sword at this moment!

Natal artifacts are deeply connected to a cultivator's mind and spirit. If such a treasure is severely damaged or destroyed, the cultivator will be injured, and those with special cultivation methods might even suffer a drop in their cultivation realm.

If a Natal artifact is destroyed, re-forging another is secondary to the spirit materials needed. Most importantly, it requires a prolonged period of nurturing, consuming an unknown amount of a cultivator's vital energy and effort.

The young man consumed a medicinal pill, his breathing stabilized slightly, and he stared at Qin Sang with anticipation.

Seeing that Qin Sang was only injured, he felt a flicker of disappointment, but then his spirits lifted because the Nine Nether Demonic Flame had been scattered on the spot by the impact of the gray sword's self-detonation.

His target had indeed been the demonic flame.

His gaze was sharp; he had discerned that the key to the Ten Directions Yama Banners was the demonic flame. Without it, Qin Sang would lose his only means of contending with him.

Unfortunately, Qin Sang's reaction and escape speed were too fast, preventing him from destroying the artifact's main body.

Qin Sang also took a medicinal pill to suppress his injuries, then sneered. He pointed a finger at the Ten Directions Yama Banners, and black flames surged, another mass of Nine Nether Demonic Flame rushing out.

The main body of the demonic flame was sealed within the Ten Directions Yama Banners. As long as the banners were not destroyed, there would be a continuous supply of Nine Nether Demonic Flame, allowing the young man to detonate his artifacts as he pleased.

Witnessing this, the young man's eyes dimmed. He knew his only chance had slipped away, that a counter-kill was no longer possible, and the thought of retreating entered his mind.

Decisive, the young man retracted the golden ring and rapidly retreated.

After a bitter battle and hard-won gains, how could Qin Sang let him leave? He immediately gave chase.