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He suddenly turned his head, only to see the Fallen Demon Hunter still on the ground. A jolt of realization struck him—was there not just one opponent?
"Domain."
Lin Han uttered two words, and the Dark Black Tortoise's inky blackness spread out from him like a wave. In an instant, it enveloped Lin Han, Qin Luoxi, and the shadow that had attacked them.
As the Dark Domain descended, the Fallen Demon Hunter's figure stiffened slightly. For someone of his level, controlling the domain completely was impossible; however, he could still manage to restrict them for a brief moment.
Qin Luoxi reacted with lightning speed, swiftly slicing through the air with her Cry Blood Soul Blade.
A sharp sound echoed, a strange noise that burned flesh. Following that, an arm as thick as Lin Han's thigh was severed cleanly, dark purple blood pooling on the ground.
Qin Luoxi's expression turned cold and fierce, while the Fallen Demon Hunter let out a wretched scream from where his arm had been cut. Flesh was already oozing from the shoulder joint, but it was quickly covered by a swirl of purple hellfire.
Lin Han raised an eyebrow. Did Qin Luoxi know that the Fallen Demon Hunter could regenerate? This was something he hadn't considered.
In the next moment, taking advantage of the concealment provided by the Dark Domain, Qin Luoxi's figure suddenly vanished within it. Only then did the domain dissipate completely.
Jin Yunsheng staggered back, spitting blood after being struck by several punches from the Fallen Demon Hunter in front of him. He thought that with the domain dispersing, he would see the corpses of those two students.
However, when he glanced over, he found that the boy who had been staring back at him stood there quietly. Not far ahead, the severed-arm Fallen Demon Hunter let out a pitiful wail.
This scene left Jin Yunsheng stunned. The Fallen Demon Hunter opposite him would not show mercy; he suddenly threw a powerful punch.
A faint tearing sound abruptly rang out before Jin Yunsheng, followed by a sight he would never forget.
In the previous moment, the Fallen Demon Hunter had been forcing him back; now a crack appeared at the twisted position of his head, and then his entire skull shattered.
With a loud explosion, a ghostly figure emerged—Qin Luoxi, her eyes like cycles of reincarnation, silver hair flowing in the wind. In her hand, the end of her Cry Blood Soul Blade was connected to a silver thread.
The headless Fallen Demon Hunter did not die immediately; his headless body flailed its arms wildly.
Qin Luoxi's eyes gradually turned frenzied as the gray within them deepened; it seemed as if they could devour souls. She slowly raised her palm and pressed it against the chest of the headless Fallen Demon Hunter.
A hollow voice echoed in the air.
Shattered Soul.
Boom!
Upon hearing this sound, Jin Yunsheng, who was closest, felt as if thunder had struck in his mind, a vibration that seemed to resonate from the depths of his soul.
The headless Fallen Demon Hunter's massive body fell completely still, and dark purple blood began to seep out from beneath its skin, its form collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Meanwhile, the Fallen Demon Hunter with a severed arm trembled violently, its fierce gaze fixed on Lin Han.
You want to fight up close? I’ll gladly oblige.
Lin Han shook his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
The Black and White Mask appeared in his hand as he slowly brought it to his face. The edges of the mask spread rapidly until it fit perfectly against Lin Han's features.
He pressed a finger on the gem at the center of the mask, and instantly, like ink diffusing in water, blackness spread out, outlining sinister patterns. The mask, which had previously shown no emotion, now appeared violent and ferocious.
Good and Evil Mask, Punishment of Evil.
Flame Sovereign!
Lin Han shouted softly, and flames erupted around the Blazing Fire Qilin behind him. A layer of fiery membrane enveloped Lin Han, who clenched his fist tightly.
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