The battlefield fell into a brief silence.
With a light shake of his wrist, Yang Ling’s Azure Edge Longsword unleashed a fierce Sword Qi, forcing the berserk Behemoth and the Evil-Eyed Ghost Cat, the two Tier Eight Beastman Golems, to retreat a few steps. His peripheral vision caught sight of something to the side, and a hint of amazement appeared in his eyes.
With just one move, Qin Tian had shattered a Tier Seven Human Puppet Golem into pieces. Such explosive power, even when he was at the same level back then, was hard to achieve.
This guy is truly being more terrifying.
Qin Tian placed the tip of his blade gently against the ice, watching the masked man with a calm expression.
With the support of six major Holy Blood talents and dozens of powerful abilities, even though his Spiritual Ability Level was only Tier Seven Three Stars, he was already invincible within the entire Tier Seven Domain.
Apart from the direct lineage of the Holy Blood Clan, other strong ones of the same Tier could hardly withstand three moves from him, let alone a mere Human Puppet Golem.
At this moment, the masked man evidently realized this as well. Following the current tactic, it wouldn’t take long for all his Tier Seven Human Puppet Golems to be wiped out by Qin Tian.
This was something absolutely unacceptable to him.
He hadn’t expected to be forced into this situation so quickly.
A trace of fierceness flashed in the masked man’s eyes; originally, he intended to reserve his trump card for Yang Ling, but now it seemed he could no longer delay using it.
Without further hesitation, the masked man placed his right hand on the ominous black wooden coffin beside him, and his Spiritual Energy surged into the coffin like a tide.
As the Spiritual Energy was infused, the once silent ghost coffin suddenly radiated a soft cyan glow, and an eerie and terrifying aura slowly awakened from within, sweeping through the ice cave.
Soon after, a dense cyan-black mist emerged above the ghost coffin. The mist churned and condensed, gradually forming a specter of a Ghost King.
This Ghost King was tall, standing at a height of three zhàng, surrounded by an inky haze of death and Ghost Qi. Its face was hideously terrifying, the exposed skin showing a cyan-gray hue, eyes flickering with a ghostly green flame. Draped over its back was a tattered cape fluttering in the air, and countless thin ghostly threads encircled its body. Wherever these threads passed, the ice surface was instantly corroded with countless tiny holes, exuding a nauseating stench.
The Ghost King gazed directly at Qin Tian, a spectral light flashing in its eyes. The next moment, a blinding green light shot forth from atop the ghost coffin, moving with extreme speed. At such a close range, there was no way to evade it, and it instantly struck Qin Tian.
In an instant, Qin Tian only felt a sinister and terrifying power forcefully invading his body. Wherever it passed, his muscles and meridians seemed to be repeatedly scraped by a cold blade, both icy and painful. The piercing pain spread throughout his body, causing him to frown slightly.
Even more frightening, the purpose of this power was not to directly destroy his flesh, but to seal it.
It was like maggots in the bone, entangling around his flesh, Spiritual Energy, and even permeating into the depths of his soul, bringing a suffocating sensation of forced invasion and control, as if his body was gradually slipping out of his control.
Qin Tian raised his eyes to look at the Ghost King above the coffin, sensing that this was not a true Evil Ghost, but rather the soul of the artifact within the ghost coffin.
And this ghost coffin itself was also a rare top-tier Spiritual Artifact in the world.
Judging from the style and certain details of the ghost coffin, it didn’t seem to be a product of the Royal Era.
The masked man looked at the faint green glow enveloping Qin Tian’s body and the faint black patterns appearing on his cheeks, a cold smile forming at the corners of his lips.
This ghost coffin was a top-tier Spiritual Artifact entrusted to him by the cult. Not to mention Qin Tian being merely a Tier Seven Spiritualist, even a Tier Eight strong person couldn’t escape its suppression.
For instance, the two Tier Eight Golden Bloodline Beastmen beside him were once easily captured and brought back to the cult for refining into Human Puppet Golem material under the suppression of the ghost coffin.
The fact that the Blood Demon Cult was willing to bring out such a treasure to deal with Qin Tian revealed their determination.
Originally, he never thought he would reach the point of using the ghost coffin. In his view, eight High Tier Human Puppet Golems should be enough to take down Qin Tian and Robert.
But unexpectedly, Yang Ling’s sudden appearance disrupted all his plans.
Due to his extreme wariness of this legendary Sword Immortal from the Judgement Court, he originally planned to save the ghost coffin for dealing with Yang Ling.
However, Qin Tian’s strength far exceeded his expectations. The Tier Seven Human Puppet Golems couldn’t withstand even a single move from him; and the masked man himself was unable to easily act while simultaneously controlling the eight Human Puppet Golems and the ghost coffin.
Hence, he had no choice but to prematurely employ the power of the ghost coffin to suppress Qin Tian first.
The result was just as he anticipated.
Qin Tian’s eyes gradually emitted a thick black mist, his gaze turning hollow, resembling those controlled Human Puppet Golems, his steps stiff as he slowly moved towards the ghost coffin.
Meanwhile, Yang Ling and Robert’s expressions changed dramatically. They wanted to rush over to rescue Qin Tian but were tightly trapped by the Human Puppet Golems.
The masked man watched this scene, growing more and more placent inwardly.
What legendary genius, what Judgement Court Sword Immortal; as long as the Blood Demon Cult was willing to pay the price, no one could escape our clutches!
He watched as Qin Tian took step after step to the edge of the ghost coffin, his hands touching the sides of the coffin, then slowly bowed and lay himself into the coffin.
Next, the coffin lid creaked shut, sealing Qin Tian pletely inside.
It’s over.
Seeing the final goal securely "in the bag," a trace of a smile curved on the masked man’s lips.
Despite the small interlude with Yang Ling, the final result was exceptionally smooth.
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