I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1014: Chapter 650: Shooting an 8th-Tier Demon Statue (Part 2)

Once the Tier Eight Stele Demon is free to act, can they still survive?

In the sky, when Zhuang Ji saw Zhuang Xian falling, his expression changed drastically, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he instinctively wanted to rush down to save Zhuang Xian.

But he didn’t have a moment to catch his breath. The Stele Demon, skilled in Soul Shock, had already launched another attack, a more concentrated Spirit Blade cutting through the air, aiming directly at his mind.

Meanwhile, the Stele Demon covered in tentacles seized the opportunity to act, dozens of thick tentacles like steel whips came whipping at him with a howling force, sealing off all his space for evasion.

Zhuang Ji could only be forced to defend, his Longsword swinging, sending out one green Wind Blade after another, barely fending off the tentacle attacks, while mobilizing Soul Power to hard resist the Spiritual Shock.

Elsewhere, the Stele Demon with a formidable physique didn’t hesitate at all, diving directly towards the pit on the ground, evidently intending to finish off Zhuang Xian in his heavily injured state.

Just as the Stele Demon was about to rush into the pit, a green figure suddenly flew out of the dust, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike.

Zhuang Xian gripped his Longsword tightly, his face pale as paper, his mouth covered in bloodstains, his breath diminished to the extreme.

But the crisis wasn’t over. Before Zhuang Xian could steady himself, the Stele Demon adept in Demonic Qi manipulation had already locked onto him.

Dark Demonic Qi missiles flew at him like a downpour, carrying a corrosive force to annihilate everything.

At the same time, the Gravity Field enveloped him, making his entire body feel heavy, lifting an arm became exceedingly difficult.

Boom!

The massive Stele Demon leaped up from the ground, rushing towards him, a fist filled with surging Demonic Qi, aiming straight for his face.

Zhuang Xian wanted to dodge, but suddenly realized that two dark Demon Claws had quietly formed, grabbing his ankles firmly. Those claws were as hard as steel bars, no matter how he struggled to break free, he couldn’t move, binding him solidly in place.

Looking at the gigantic form charging at him, a resolute light flashed in Zhuang Xian’s eyes.

He fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood that splashed on the Longsword in his hand, instantly absorbed by the sword.

In an instant, Zhuang Xian’s aura surged dramatically, the green Spiritual Energy around him frenziedly surged, the green light between his brows became even brighter, the Wind King bloodline driven to the limit.

The Longsword emitted a crisp, clear reverberation, the sword surrounded by a soft blood-colored and green light, seemingly responding to his resolute mindset.

In the blink of an eye, the leading Stele Demon was already upon him, the black fist carrying an earth-shattering force, swung fiercely, its fist wind howling, causing the surrounding air to tremble and crack.

Zhuang Xian’s gaze sharpened, exhausting all his Spiritual Energy, lifting the Longsword high, then slashing down fiercely.

The green sword beam, wrapped in blood-colored light, charged forward decisively, clashing violently with the Stele Demon’s fist.

”Boom!”

A deafening explosion roared through the heavens and earth, terrifying Energy surges erupted from their collision, sweeping crazily around, withered trees along the path snapped instantly and vaporized.

The explosive sound of Energy clash had yet to dissipate when a figure flew backwards like a snapped kite.

It was Zhuang Xian.

The Longsword in his hand could no longer be held, slipping from his grasp, tracing an arc in the air, embedding heavily into a distant dead tree.

Zhuang Xian’s breath waned to the extreme, his body plunging straight into the dense forest below.

”Boom!”

A loud crash resounded as the ground trembled violently, another deep crater erupted amidst the forests, dust swirling.

Within the pit, Zhuang Xian struggled to hold himself up, his Qi and Blood churned inside, a metallic taste rising in his throat, unable to restrain himself from spitting another mouthful of blood, staining the decayed leaves before him.

The wounds on his body kept oozing blood, the Wind King’s bloodline power nearing exhaustion, leaving him with barely any strength to lift a hand.