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The scene shifted back to Holy Sage Peak, where the dilapidated conference hall was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The air around seemed heavy and scorching, charged with Qin Tian's fury. He stood in the center of the hall, his eyes flashing with terrifying black lightning, embodying the wrath of a raging demon.
"Damn it! They actually escaped!" Qin Tian roared, his voice echoing through the vast hall as if it could tear the very space apart.
He swung his fist violently, and a bolt of black lightning erupted from his hand, striking a nearby Demon Soldier with tremendous force. The soldier barely had time to react before being sent flying by the overwhelming energy, crashing against the wall with a sickening thud, his body twisted and contorted before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
The other Demon Soldiers looked on in terror at Qin Tian, their eyes filled with fear and unease. They understood that he was engulfed in a furious rage; any small misstep could lead to fatal consequences.
"You useless fools! You can't even capture a few cultivators!" Qin Tian bellowed, black lightning flickering around him as his anger surged like a volcanic eruption.
One trembling Demon Soldier stepped forward, attempting to explain, "My lord, they... they used a teleportation talisman..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Tian struck down with his palm, and the soldier was instantly hit by the black lightning, his body turning to charred remains that fell silently to the ground.
"A teleportation talisman? You worthless lot can't even defend against this!" Qin Tian's eyes glimmered with boundless fury as his body trembled slightly from intense rage. The air around him grew even hotter, as if it were ablaze.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the overwhelming anger continued to burn within him. He knew that this failure would bring immense pressure upon him, but he would not allow these cultivators to escape again.
"Listen," Qin Tian said coldly, his voice laced with icy killing intent, "I want you to dispatch everyone immediately. Search every inch of land; you must find them at all costs! Also, send word back to gather all forces of the demon race and prepare for another full-scale assault."
The Demon Soldiers did not dare delay and sprang into action. They understood that Qin Tian's wrath was beyond what they could bear. They had to do everything in their power to fulfill this order; otherwise, they would face even harsher punishment.
Qin Tian coldly surveyed his surroundings, his gaze filled with endless killing intent and determination. He knew that this battle was far from over; the real challenge had only just begun. No matter how difficult it became, he would give everything to defeat those cultivators who dared oppose him and reclaim all that he had lost.
Just as Qin Tian's fury began to subside slightly, the Communication Crystal on the stone table before him suddenly flickered ominously. The flashing light sent a chill down his spine; he knew what this communication meant. Nevertheless, he steeled himself and reached out to answer it.
A strong black light emanated from the Communication Crystal, and soon a shadowy figure emerged from within. It was merely a projection, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure that instilled fear in everyone present, making it feel as if breathing had become difficult.
The shadow slowly took shape, revealing a vague silhouette. Although the features were indistinct, the aura of authority sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld it. Qin Tian forced himself to remain calm in the face of this powerful presence, taking a deep breath before whispering, "Elder."
The voice of the shadow was deep and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell: "Qin Tian, you have disappointed me."
Cold sweat broke out on Qin Tian's forehead, but he dared not show any sign of weakness. He respectfully replied, "Elder, please forgive my momentary lapse. I will do everything in my power to hunt down those cultivators and ensure they do not escape again."
The shadow's gaze seemed to pierce through space, coldly scrutinizing Qin Tian: "Do you know what the price of your failure is, Qin Tian?"
A tremor ran through Qin Tian's heart as he realized he could not evade responsibility. He spoke softly, "I understand, Elder. I will do my utmost to rectify my mistakes."
The shadow let out a cold laugh, its voice laced with chilling malice: "Rectify your mistakes? That is not enough." As the words fell, the shadow waved its hand lightly, and an invisible force suddenly surged toward Qin Tian.
Qin Tian felt a sharp pain as if countless needles were piercing his body, each one carrying an icy chill. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, gasping in agony as cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"This is just a warning for you," the shadow said coldly. "You failed once; I can tolerate that. But if you fail to complete your mission again, I will deal with you personally."
Chills ran down Qin Tian's spine, but he knew this was a responsibility he could not escape. He took a deep breath, suppressing his pain, and firmly stated, "I understand, Elder. I will do everything possible to ensure there are no further mistakes."
The shadow continued to stare at Qin Tian coldly. After a moment, its voice rang out again: "You better remember your words. This failure has already cost us a significant amount of time and resources. If you fail to complete your mission again, I will come personally to handle you."
As the words echoed in the air, the shadow's power intensified once more. Qin Tian felt the pain throughout his body escalate as if every inch of his skin was on fire. He gritted his teeth and endured the agony, striving to maintain his composure.
"Elder, rest assured that I will not disappoint you again," Qin Tian said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
The shadow let out a cold snort, and the projected image gradually faded away. The Communication Crystal returned to calmness, but the chilling terror still enveloped the entire conference hall.
The Demon Soldiers present couldn't help but tremble; they had never seen Qin Tian so fearful of someone, which left them in utter shock and dread.
Qin Tian knelt on the ground, his face filled with anger and humiliation. His eyes turned blood-red from rage, and his whole body shook with this uncontrollable emotion. His breathing became rapid, fists clenched tightly, nails digging deep into his palms.
“Damn it…” Qin Tian growled softly, his voice filled with endless fury and hatred. He suddenly lifted his head, glaring fiercely at the surrounding Demon Soldiers.
Then, he slammed one hand down onto the ground, powerful enough to create a deep pit as debris flew everywhere. His roar echoed throughout the conference hall: “Burn this place down!”
The Demon Soldiers were startled by the sudden command, but they dared not hesitate for a moment. They immediately sprang into action, igniting the surrounding ruins, flames quickly spreading as the hall was soon engulfed in fire.
Qin Tian's rage did not subside; his eyes sparkled with a fierce light as he shouted, “Get that bastard Feng Tianlong back here! Tell him to clean up his mess on Earth right now!”
The soldiers hurriedly complied, swiftly relaying Qin Tian's orders. They understood that Qin Tian was in a state of extreme anger, and any hint of negligence could lead to fatal consequences.
Qin Tian stood up, his entire body trembling with fury. His gaze was cold and dark, as if he intended to destroy everything that stood in his way. His voice was low and threatening: “Hurry!”
Flames blazed around him, illuminating his ferocious face. Qin Tian knew that this failure had cost him the Elder's trust, but he would not easily concede. No matter what, he would do everything in his power to defeat those cultivators who dared to resist him and reclaim everything he had lost.
The fire in the conference hall grew fiercer, thick black smoke billowing up to obscure the sky. Qin Tian stood amidst the inferno, his eyes filled with boundless rage and determination.
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