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With ease, several flying knives were scattered, and after sensing the surroundings, Ye Mingshang coldly snorted, "Still thinking of escaping? Leave your life behind!"
As he prepared to strike, he paused for a moment, recalling Joan, who was deep in the tiger's den.
Looking at the direction in which the others fled, Ye Mingshang snorted again, "Consider yourselves lucky."
Then he took off running, soon disappearing into the distance.
The few who had ambushed him and had already fled felt relieved when they saw no one pursuing them. Before coming here, they knew what kind of character they were dealing with; they had originally been sent as death warriors. Although their mission had failed, at least they had not died, which was a small mercy amidst their misfortune.
After all, they had heard that he was an extremely ruthless and murderous demon. Even as members of a cult, they still held a sense of awe towards such a fierce individual.
As for Joan, the current situation was not looking good.
Even though his vengeful fire naturally countered evil energy, it was like water extinguishing fire; fire could also evaporate water. Once a certain threshold was reached, a reversal could occur.
Sha Qian's magical power was too strong, far surpassing that of an ordinary peak Celestial Master. While she could not become a Ghost Immortal, she was indeed a formidable Demoness with unfathomable strength. Even some major sects would not dare to provoke her.
Floating in mid-air, Sha Qian waved her hand, summoning the Soul Banner. A chilling wind swept through as countless souls surged forth from within.
The sheer number was unprecedented; one might think that hundreds of thousands of Evil Spirits from the Underworld had escaped.
Joan's face turned pale with rage.
"Damn it! To actually use the souls of these innocent people as leverage is truly despicable!"
His teeth crunched loudly.
The ominous wind swept across the sky, stretching endlessly, and the number of evil spirits was equally incalculable.
The strength of the Soul Banner entirely depended on the quantity and quality of the Evil Spirits within it. Each deceased soul represented a living soul for the Soul Banner, and this was an undeniable fact.
All around, the countless Demon Slaves that seemed to stretch to infinity were once vibrant lives, all killed and taken by Sha Qian.
This person has committed heinous acts!
“Damn Fellow!”
Joan stood up in anger, facing the sea of shadows before him, feeling no fear.
For others, death might be terrifying, but for someone like him who had long since lost his will to live, there was nothing left to fear. Moreover, Lymphoma had given him at most just a few years to live; rather than slowly being tormented by illness, he would rather drag his enemies down to hell with him.
“You Fellow who toys with others' lives, you truly deserve to die!”
His eyes widened in fury, burning with golden flames—a blaze of wrath.
Boom!
Flames instantly engulfed his entire body, transforming him into a golden warrior, exuding an imposing presence.
Thud thud thud!
Joan quickly ran out, his feet barely touching the ground, as if he were stepping on the sky!
It was simply unbelievable! After all, he was not a celestial being, and unlike the fat man, he couldn't fly with a sword. How could he be airborne?!
However, his so-called flight was somewhat peculiar; it felt like he was running in the air. With each step he took, a small explosion of flames erupted beneath him.
It was this explosive force that allowed him to soar; it resembled how Ye Mingshang used mechanisms to drop small bombs from his shoes in the past, utilizing the thrust generated by the explosions to lift himself off the ground and gain a temporary ability to "fly."
Compared to Ye Mingshang's past mechanism shoes that could only barely hover, his ability was evidently more refined, akin to the Moonwalk technique from Pirate King's Navy Six Styles, which was quite impressive.
In the sky, Sha Qian, who controlled countless demons, also glanced over with curiosity.
This ability to fly using explosive force, while difficult to sustain, had significant advantages in terms of speed. It seemed even faster than Ye Mingshang's flight.
In just a few breaths, he had crossed a distance of over a hundred meters and was now not far from Sha Qian.
With his fists tightly clenched, he first unleashed several flames into the air. However, his opponent was powerful; with a casual wave of his hand, a group of Demon Slaves flew over with cries of agony as the flames were extinguished.
Yet, expending such effort just to throw a punch at him would be quite foolish.
Although it only delayed his opponent for a moment, it provided Joan with precious time to launch an attack.
"Spiral—Great Breakthrough!"
Silently, Joan shouted in his heart.
He brought his palms together high above his head and began to spin rapidly.
The body remained suspended in the air, spinning faster and faster, with the Golden Flame even spreading outward with a gentle breeze over a certain area.
It signaled extreme heat.
This was an extraordinary technique.
Floating in the air, Sha Qian, who commanded countless spirits, wore a serious expression. This move exerted considerable pressure on him, and he felt an ominous sense of danger that he could not afford to underestimate.
Over the years, he had encountered countless enemies and engaged in numerous life-and-death battles. While not all his foes had perished, he had always survived. This was due not only to his own strength but also to his cautiousness, which was fundamental to staying alive.
He did not underestimate his opponent simply because of their youth.
As he observed this remarkable technique, he waved his hands and began to cultivate his own move.
With a flourish of the Soul Banner, a chilling wind swept through, and the spirits howled mournfully. Following the movements of the Soul Banner, they began to sway slowly, Flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Sha Qian stirred the Soul Banner, the spirits danced wildly, gradually forming a black tornado.
Two spirals emerged: one golden and one black, one horizontal and one vertical.
Which was stronger?
Let’s find out!
“Spiral—Great Breakthrough!”
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Frenzy!"
Buzz!~
Two techniques, both spinning violently, intertwined and produced a fierce buzzing sound.
The golden one, although relatively smaller, was incredibly solid and radiated a majestic golden brilliance.
The black one, formed from endless Evil Spirits, resonated with the cries of countless ghosts as it spun, creating an eerie atmosphere that could even affect a person's mind to some extent.
Joan's technique, though smaller, was more concentrated and aimed directly at the opponent's waist and abdomen.
Sha Qian's technique was a vertical whirlwind, capable of causing massive damage over a wide area, but in this environment, it was at a disadvantage. Moreover, he was using a surface strike, which further put him at a disadvantage.
However, experience proved invaluable; despite being at a disadvantage in every aspect, he relied on his immense magical power and the enhancement brought by the endless Evil Spirits to firmly hold his ground, seemingly even overpowering his opponent slightly.
(To be continued.)
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