Above the altar, amidst the dense black Qi, a gigantic ghost face gradually ca into focus.
The ghost face, towering ten ters high, subtly shifted its shape, resembling a demonic face from the abyss, with sharp teeth and a pair of crimson eyes. Sweeping over with its crimson gaze, it sent a shiver of fear through the onlooker's heart.
Seeing the gigantic ghost face above the altar, Qin Yang's pupils shrank suddenly. Under its gaze, he could feel a slight tremor in his soul.
"Brat, prepare to die. Today it's either your death or mine."
Wu Jiao's voice was filled with malice. Performing this Death Ceremony inflicted great harm on her.
"Death Summoning, Soul Capture!"
Wu Jiao fixed her gaze on Qin Yang, her hands weaving a Seal Technique, while a blood-curdling voice emanated from her throat.
As her words fell, the gigantic ghost face above the altar locked its crimson eyes onto Qin Yang.
At that mont, Qin Yang felt his body freeze as if anchored to the ground, unable to move.
Above the altar, the ferocious ghost face slowly opened its massive mouth, exerting a force that surpassed the material plane, pulling towards Qin Yang.
"Is it tearing my soul apart?"
Qin Yang's face changed abruptly, a dizzy spell coursing through his mind, as if his consciousness were being extracted from his body.
"Kekeke, brat, I'll see you shattered to pieces!"
Wu Jiao's voice was laced with hatred, chilling as she grasped a staff in one hand and murmured ancient spells with the other, dancing atop the altar.
Whoosh~!
The invisible pulling force from the ghost face's giant mouth grew even stronger.
Qin Yang's eyes reflected a brief lapse.
"Kekeke, die now."
Seeing the dazed look in Qin Yang's eyes, Wu Jiao let out a sinister laugh, her movents becoming more vigorous.
However, at that mont, Qin Yang shook his head forcefully, his face turning stern as he hastily activated his Sea of Consciousness.
Buzz~!
Deep within Qin Yang's brow, in his Star Sea of Consciousness, ten stars simultaneously burst forth with a bright starlight, enveloping his entire body.
The pulling force imdiately weakened, and Qin Yang's thoughts and consciousness gradually grew clearer.
Qin Yang slowly lifted his head, fixing his gaze on Wu Jiao atop the altar, with not a hint of bewildernt left in his eyes.
"Humph, trying to extract my soul, impossible!"
Qin Yang let out a cold snort, staring at Wu Jiao, his eyes restoring to clarity.
"You—you're not affected by my Death Summoning?"
Under the black robe, fear flashed in Wu Jiao's eyes.
"Old witch, this move might work on powerful Ancient Martial Artists, those in the Eighth Layer or Ninth Layer of the Innate Realm, but against , you miscalculated."
Qin Yang spoke coldly.
He was a Cultivator, one who had already developed Divine Sense, naturally making his soul far stronger than the average person's, not so easily extracted.
"Watch break your ghost face."
Qin Yang's face turned icy cold.
"Spiritual Skill, Sharp Cone Helical Wave!"
Qin Yang's hands ford a seal as he shouted coldly.
As his hand sign shifted, a trace of Divine Sense visible to the naked eye emanated, glowing with faint starlight, like a silver river, flowing from Qin Yang's brow.
Buzz~!
The Galaxy Divine Sense glowed with starlight, transforming into a massive rapidly rotating sharp cone in the air.
Then, like a drill, it shot towards the ghost face above the altar.
Sizzle~!
The Sharp Cone Helical Wave struck the ghost face on the altar, causing it to ripple violently with a "sizzle" sound, distorting the colossal ghost face, and the dense black Qi rapidly dissipated.
"How is it possible, how can you counter my Death Ceremony, it's my Witch Race's supre technique in soul manipulation."
Fear finally etched across Wu Jiao's heart.
"Break it for !"
Qin Yang shouted loudly, pouring more Divine Sense into the Sharp Cone Helical Wave from his brow, quickening its rotation.
"Woooo...!"
The ghost face twisted further, emitting sharp wailing cries, enduring for several breaths before exploding with a "bang", scattering the black Qi into the wind.
"Puh."
As the massive ghost face vanished, Wu Jiao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her breath turning extrely feeble.
Clearly, breaking Wu Jiao's Death Ceremony caused severe backlash.
"Old witch, prepare to die."
Upon witnessing this, a chill glead in Qin Yang's eyes, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand let out a dragon's clear cry.
"The sword like flowing light, fast!"
Whoosh!
The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword flew from Qin Yang's palm, transforming into a stream of light, shooting towards Wu Jiao.
"Kekeke, brat, though impressive, I'll ensure you suffer, even if I have to self-destruct!"
Wrapped in her black robe, Wu Jiao let out a piercing scream, her voice dripping with resentnt towards Qin Yang.
Swoosh!
Wu Jiao's figure flickered, dodging the incoming Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, instead hurtling towards Qin Yang, bent on mutual destruction.
"No good, this old witch plans to self-destruct..."
Qin Yang's expression changed, the transparent wings on his back flapped fiercely, propelling him rapidly backward, then, with a press of his toes on the ground, he soared into the air.
Boom~!!
A massive explosion reverberated through the mountain forest, reducing everything within a radius of dozens of ters to dust.
The ground bore a deep crater, the pungent scent of blood wafting over the clearing.
Mid-air, a trace of blood stained the corner of Qin Yang's mouth, the turbulence of his blood and Qi indicating he was sowhat affected.
"Luckily, my physical body is much stronger now; otherwise, the old witch's self-destruction could have dealt a severe blow."
With a beckon of his right hand, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword flew back into his grasp.
"Right, the old witch's spatial storage treasure."
With a furrowed brow, Qin Yang scanned below with his Divine Sense but found no trace of the spatial storage treasure.
"Seems it was annihilated in the self-destruction."
Qin Yang shook his head, a touch of regret on his face.
Swoosh!
In a flash, Qin Yang's figure vanished from the spot, pursuing in the direction where Qiu Mingyan retreated earlier.
Swish!
Soaring through the air, Qin Yang's brow radiated Divine Sense, scanning the surroundings, revealing everything within a kiloter radius.
"Where is he?"
Qin Yang's brows furrowed slightly as Qiu Mingyan's figure remained absent from his Divine Sense range.
Swoosh!
The transparent wings on Qin Yang's back flapped swiftly, propelling his figure rapidly over the forest canopy.
A few minutes later, he reached the forest's edge, beyond which lay open fields.
Just as Qin Yang was about to give up, a figure in frantic flight entered his Divine Sense range.
"This guy is quite the runner."
Qin Yang's eyes focused, a hint of killing intent flashing in his gaze.
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