As long as Qin Tian is pletely suppressed by the ghost coffin, next, he can focus his strength on dealing with Yang Ling and Robert.
This time, besides Qin Tian and Robert, maybe he can bring back an even bigger catch for the Blood Demon Cult.
He looked at Yang Ling, who was entangled by the two Tier Eight golems, and chuckled: "Judge Yang, once I’m done with Qin Tian, it’s your turn next."
However, in the face of his provocation, Yang Ling slowly turned his head and locked eyes with him.
The lingering panic in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a strange calmness, even containing a hint of undisguised mockery and playfulness, as if watching a clown.
Seeing this scene, a strong premonition of doom suddenly rose in the masked man’s heart.
Something’s wrong, very wrong. Yang Ling’s reaction doesn’t resemble someone in despair after a rade is suppressed; instead, it’s as if...he saw this ing all along.
Sure enough, in the next moment, a sudden change occurred!
The ghost coffin, which had just closed, suddenly began to shake violently, with constant banging noises echoing out as the green light on the coffin shell flickered unpredictably, being increasingly dim.
And the ghost king’s spirit hovering above the ghost coffin let out a piercing and terrified scream, its figure trembled and twisted violently, as if encountering the most terrifying thing in the world, and fear appeared for the first time in its eyes.
"Wha...what’s happening?!"
The masked man’s face changed suddenly, his eyes filled with shock.
Suddenly, he thought of Qin Tian, who had just lain in the ghost coffin, and then thought of Yang Ling’s mocking gaze, and a terrifying thought popped into his mind.
Could it be that Qin Tian went in there on purpose?
As soon as this thought arose, the ghost king’s spirit let out a heart-wrenching scream, its entire form instantly twisted into a mass of green-black energy, seemingly pulled by an invisible force, fiercely flowing into the ghost coffin, finally pletely disappearing.
Then, with a crisp "crack", the lid of the ghost coffin was lifted open from the inside by a strong force, and a figure slowly sat up from the coffin.
Who else could it be but Qin Tian?
At this moment, the corners of Qin Tian’s mouth curled into a faint smile, one hand tightly gripping the Black Frost Battle Saber, while the other held a cluster of green-black strange energy.
He looked towards the masked man, whose face was ashen, and chuckled lightly: "This grand gift from the Blood Demon Cult, I’ll accept it gratefully."
The masked man was frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
He could clearly sense that the ghost coffin, originally a top-tier spiritual artifact, was losing its spirituality at a visible speed, and the spirit that could municate with him and was tremendously powerful had now pletely vanished, instead turned into the energy cluster in Qin Tian’s hands.
Astorm surged in the masked man’s heart. If it were an ordinary spiritual artifact, even if it awakened a spirit, that spirit would be relatively weak, perhaps struggling to resist the dual assault of high tier Spiritual Energy and mental impact.
But this ghost coffin was different. It was a treasured top-tier spiritual artifact of the Blood Demon Cult. Not to mention Qin Tian, who was only Tier Seven, even an Tier Eight powerhouse would struggle to resist under its suppression, let alone destroy its spirit.
Yet, within such a short time, Qin Tian not only broke through the suppression of the ghost coffin but also destroyed its spirit, converting it into an energy cluster.
There actually existed such an astonishing method in the world.
Qin Tian extended his palm, gently stroking the cold coffin shell of the ghost coffin, sensing its remnants of weak spirituality, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
This ghost coffin was undoubtedly a top-tier spiritual artifact, even touching the threshold of a demigod artifact, capable of suppressing even high tier Spiritualists with the ghost king spirit’s support, remarkably terrifying.
Had it been any other Tier Seven Spiritualist, they would have been caught off guard and likely fallen victim to the coffin’s ruthless seal.
Even someone as strong as Yang Ling, caught off guard, would probably have suffered a significant loss.
However, for him, the suppression of the ghost coffin was not a deadly crisis but rather a colossal gift delivered to his door. All because he possessed the universe’s unique Holy Blood level talent—[Soldier Immortal].
Typically, he used his [Soldier Immortal] talent to enhance weapons in his possession, awakening their spirits, yet, [Soldier Immortal] was not simply about weapon enhancement; it was the natural nemesis of all weapons, spiritual artifacts, and even divine artifacts.
And all of this stemmed from one of the core abilities of [Soldier Immortal]—
Universal Disarmament.
Universal Disarmament: Actively unleashes an unparalleled pressure of weaponry, forming absolute "law suppression" over the target weapon. Instantly dismantles its internal spiritual structure, strips its control, causing it to gradually disintegrate. If the target weapon contains a spirit, it can directly tear the link between the spirit and the weapon body, severely damaging the spirit while converting the extracted "weapon spirit essence" as nourishment for one’s weapon, significantly enhancing the weapon’s spirituality limit and bat power.
Under normal bat conditions, attempting to destroy this ghost coffin’s spirituality and spirit with Universal Disarmament would be no easy task.
After all, the masked man wasn’t a fool; once he sensed anything unusual with the ghost coffin, he would undoubtedly do everything to interrupt the disarmament process.
Thus, he staged a play of "walking into a trap", pretending to be suppressed by the ghost coffin, his eyes vacant, footsteps stiff as he lay in the coffin successfully deceiving the masked man.
And once inside the ghost coffin, he was like Sun Wukong inside the belly of a monster, free from external interference, allowing Universal Disarmament to be unleashed without reservation, unstoppable.
Therefore, in just a brief moment, this ghost coffin at a demigod artifact level, had its spirituality pletely extracted, with the ghost king spirit dissipating along with it, ultimately turning into a ball of energy containing the pure essence of weapon spirit in his palm.
Qin Tian’s thoughts moved slightly, and the spiritual energy ball instantly split into two parts, one part transformed into a stream of light, flowing directly into his Black Frost Blade; the remaining part was thrown into the Spirit Space to merge with the "Shadowstrike" sniper rifle.
Black Frost Blade is the [Soldier Immortal] talent’s bound lifebound divine artifact, with boundless potential.
But even as a lifebound divine artifact, once continuously enhanced to a certain extent, pushing beyond bees exceedingly difficult.
Under normal circumstances, he would need to ceaselessly devour various divine weapons to empower the Black Frost Blade, breaking through bottlenecks.
Yet divine weapons are extremely rare; acquiring them continuously is as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Precisely because of this, the Black Frost Blade had already encountered an extended evolutionary bottleneck period, progress slowed.
But who would have thought that the Blood Demon Cult would "offer fuel in snowy weather," gifting him this ghost coffin at a demigod artifact level.
Now, this ghost coffin had its plete spirituality almost seized by him, with the ghost king spirit turning into nourishment, half of its essence infused into the Black Frost Blade.
Qin Tian could clearly feel the spirituality within the Black Frost Blade surging wildly, as an even more powerful aura slowly awakened.
However, besides the Black Frost Blade, his lifebound divine artifact, he hadn’t forgotten another important "old friend"—the Shadowstrike sniper rifle.
In his weakest, most difficult years, Shadowstrike was the sharpest weapon in his hands, the key to several victories against stronger foes and narrow escapes from death.
However, Shadowstrike’s foundation was still too thin, initially just an ordinary rune sniper rifle exchanged from the military department’s treasury, even though later heavily fortified by [Master of Arms], [Divine Weapon Emperor], and [Soldier Immortal] talents to a considerable extent, capable of sniping Tier Seven Spiritualists at its height.
Yet, as his strength enhanced rapidly, Shadowstrike’s limitations became increasingly apparent.
Faced with tough, strongly defensive, or non-blood-borne enemies, a single bullet from Shadowstrike struggled to settle the score.
Thus, Qin Tian had not fought alongside this "old friend" for quite a while.
But this in no way meant he abandoned Shadowstrike; on the contrary, he still held high hopes for this sniper rifle that acpanied him through lows.
He knew that when facing enemies with blood and flesh, Shadowstrike’s long-range sniping capability and unmatched penetration were still irreplaceable lethal tools.
So he allocated half the ghost coffin’s spiritual energy and weapon spirit essence to Shadowstrike, hoping that with this pure nourishment, this "old friend" might break through its limitations, reshaping its sharp edge, and continue to acpany him conquering battlefields.
Not long from now is the Nine Star Martial petition, a grand stage where strong parties converge, their edges clash, and Shadowstrike will finally rediscover its terrifying brilliance there.
Yet...
Qin Tian looked at the masked man, a chill flashing through his eyes.
Let’s first resolve the trouble at hand.
I am curious to see what remaining tricks you might employ.
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