I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 445: Chapter 375: Might of the Sacred Body (Part 3)

”Boom!”

The head of the Tier Six Bone Demon exploded like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, with the foul-smelling brain matter mixed with shattered bones erupting outward, and the massive body losing its support, plunging straight into the mire.

The power of a single punch, terrifying indeed!

The pupils of the other Tier Six demons contracted sharply, yet their assault grew even fiercer.

The brutal strikes of the Mire Giant, the Shadow Piercing of the Shadowspawn, the thousand claw shadows of the Claw Demon... all these attacks landed simultaneously on Qin Tian.

”Ding ding dang dang!”

The sharp, metallic clattering rang out densely, as Qin Tian endured all the attacks, his body unmoving, not even a frown on his brow.

”Too weak.”

He spoke softly, leaving a lingering shadow in his place.

The next second, he appeared before a Mire Giant, his left fist launching with the force of ten thousand tons.

”Crunch—!”

The demon’s body, as tough as steel, collapsed like paper, with the punch’s force blasting through, creating a basketball-sized hole in the demon’s back, where dark green blood mixed with magma gushed out.

Using the force, Qin Tian flipped, and his right leg swept horizontally, the ensuing gust of wind directly turning two nearby Shadowspawn into black mist.

He rampaged like a tiger among sheep, weaving through the hundred Tier Six demons effortlessly, every punch drawing blood, every kick claiming a demon’s life.

As the demons fell one by one, those remaining finally felt fear, emitting whimpering cries from their throats as they turned to flee. But Qin Tian’s figure was already ubiquitous, wherever his fists went, bone fragments splintered, and flesh flew amidst muffled sounds.

The last Tier Six demon was a Demon Knight with twin horns, wielding its Demon Sword against Qin Tian, but Qin Tian caught it gently with two fingers.

”Crunch!” The Demon Sword snapped along with the sound.

Despair filled the knight’s eyes as Qin Tian’s fist magnified before its gazes.

”Boom!”

Once more, there was a deafening explosion, as the Demon Knight’s body, saddle, and all, was blasted into a rain of blood across the sky.

From the moment the hundred Tier Six demons charged to their total annihilation, only a few moments passed.

Qin Tian hovered in mid-air, not a single trace of blood staining his skin, only faint energy fluctuations remained on his fists.

Below, the millions of low-level demons had long since been scared out of their wits, some collapsing to the ground in convulsions, others fleeing in panic, while still others exploded under the scattered pressure of the Sacred Body.

He looked down toward the churning dark green vortex at the central mire—that was the Demon Source itself.

The vortex spanned hundreds of meters in diameter, its edge enveloped in twisting dark air, with newly born demon limbs reaching out from the vortex, dripping with viscous liquid as they fell into the mire, writhing briefly before transforming into complete demon forms.

”Blaze, time to work.” Qin Tian’s voice was calm, yet commanding with authority.

As soon as his voice fell, the ruby bracelet on his wrist suddenly shattered with dazzling red light, the flame patterns on its surface traipsing like living creatures, eventually transforming and elongating into a blazing red fire cannon.

From the cannon’s muzzle, a miniature flame demon’s phantom emerged—it was the artifact spirit Blaze.

Upon manifesting, Blaze gazed intently at Qin Tian, his usually defiant eyes full of complex disbelief. He had seen many human geniuses with past masters, but none had ever given him such a shock.

In just over a month, this man had undergone earth-shattering transformation, especially his Bloodline Power, which was extraordinarily powerful beyond his understanding.

Within the Human Empire, aside from the Nine Great Holy Bloods, who would have suspected there was such a terrifying bloodline.

”Let’s get started.”

Spiritual energy surged into the cannon like a tidal wave, Qin Tian lifted his hand aiming at the demonic vortex.

”Alright.”

Blaze nodded, transforming into a streak of fire merging into the cannon, the next moment, the cannon rapidly charged, the muzzle condensing a crimson fireball, the surrounding air scorched into distortion, even space rippled faintly.

”Boom—!”

A towering pillar of fire erupted from the muzzle, slamming into the demonic vortex like a furious fire dragon.