I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 415: Chapter 358: Demon King Avatar, Absorbing the Sea of Blood

“Sizzle——”

The blood-colored bead at the blood-robed man’s fingertip suddenly expanded, a torrent of blood gushing out like a fountain, forming dozens of blood-red spears in mid-air, shooting towards Qin Tian with a piercing shriek.

The surfaces of these spears flowed with a viscous sheen, the tips gleaming with a sinister glow, clearly imbued with a strange power.

At the same time, the surviving Soul Mage, the Beastman with a severed arm, and the Poison user all launched their attacks.

The Soul Mage wielded his magic staff, pale blue Soul Power transformed into several chains, winding around Qin Tian’s limbs like serpents, trying to restrict his movements; the Beastman swung his left claw, the wind whistling, pouncing at Qin Tian’s side, scales rubbing against the air with a harsh sound; the Poison user tossed a swath of dark green poison mist, which spread quietly under the cover of Demonic Qi, enveloping Qin Tian.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the valley, surrounded by enemies, with no way to evade.

He took a deep breath, and the devouring soul flame surged dramatically, forming a gray-black wall of fire, attempting to block the blood spears and soul chains’ attacks. However, the blood-red spears seemed to ignore the flames, penetrating the fire wall directly, losing no speed.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Qin Tian swung the Black Frost Blade, his wrist swiftly deflecting several blood spears, making his arms numb but showing no sign of retreat.

The sheer number of blood spears was overwhelming. Using the bouncing force from the blade, he spun and sidestepped like a top, narrowly avoiding a spear that grazed his shoulder, creating a tear in his robe and revealing the dark gold-hued skin underneath.

Just after dodging the blood spears, the Beastman’s left claw was already upon him.

Qin Tian’s toes tapped the ground, his body suddenly sinking three inches, the claw gusting past above him, even grazing his hair tips. But as soon as he completed this evasive maneuver, the Soul Mage’s soul chains trailed relentlessly towards his right leg.

“Humph!”

Qin Tian grunted, his right leg exerting force, Dark Energy rushing down his meridians, forcibly shaking off the soul chains’ entanglement.

But this moment of standoff allowed the Poison user’s dark green poison mist to seep in.

His spinning movements didn’t stop, black currents around him surged instantly, the Poisonous Snake Body fully activated, the poison mist clashing with the air currents with a sizzling corrosive sound, yet unable to breach at all.

In just a few short breaths, Qin Tian maneuvered through the combined assault of blood spears, soul chains, claws, and poison mist, his steps shifting so quickly they almost formed a continuous blur, sweat beading on his forehead—not from exertion, but from the seamless assault leaving him no room to breathe, even compressing the gaps needed to adjust his breathing.

The blood-robed man observed, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister smile, his sharp voice echoing again: “Surrender now, your resistance is futile.”

He formed seals with both hands, the airborne blood surged again, condensing into a massive blood-colored war axe, cleaving down towards Qin Tian with the might of splitting mountains and stones.

Qin Tian’s eyes sharpened, facing a Peak Tier Six Spiritualist, a direct confrontation was clearly unwise.

In an instant, a dense, ink-like dark aura erupted from within him, the shadows behind him billowing wildly, dozens of figures emerging in response.

Strangely, these figures mirrored Qin Tian in appearance, aura, even the tear in his robe was identical to his true form.

Demon King Avatar!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The avatars shot towards the three masked figures like arrows from a bow, leaving Qin Tian’s true form to confront the blood-robed man directly. He flipped his wrist, the Black Frost Blade enveloped in Thunder Power, swiftly unsheathing like lightning to strike at the blood-colored war axe.

“Clang!”

With a loud crash, the blood-colored axe wasn’t shattered, but its momentum halted abruptly. Qin Tian seized this moment of respite, his form ghostly as he sidestepped several meters, evading the powerful blow.

“Avatars?”

The blood-robed man looked at the sudden multitude of figures in the valley, a hint of disdain flashing in his narrow eyes.

Avatar techniques were not rare among Spiritualists, but such methods generally consumed much energy, with the avatars themselves lacking autonomous consciousness, their combat power as weak as cannon fodder.

“Is this your last trick?” He sneered sharply, assuming Qin Tian was at his wits’ end, resorting to such antics to buy time.

But the next moment, his sneer froze on his face, pupils contracting sharply.

The avatars moved at an unimaginable speed, traversing the battlefield like true specters. Each held a blade formed by the Power of Darkness, the blade’s edge as sharp as if tangible, dividing into three groups, fiercely charging at the three masked individuals.

The Beastman just raised its left claw to block, but was simultaneously attacked by several avatars. With a series of “shlunk” sounds, in a brief encounter, its body was covered with dozens of deep, bone-revealing wounds.

The Poison user fared even worse, the poisonous mist he unleashed having no effect on the avatars; the dark figures immune to venom erosion, several blades falling at once, slicing him into multiple pieces instantly.

Only the Soul Mage reacted quickly, urgently urging his Soul Power to trigger a soul explosion, repelling the attacking avatars, barely preserving his life.

The blood-robed man watched the scene before him, the sinister smile on his face completely vanished, replaced by incredulous amazement.

These avatars weren’t just fast and powerful; they even understood coordinated attacks—clearly not mere cannon fodder, but dozens of combat entities with independent consciousness, their effectiveness rivaling his Human Puppet Golem.

Yet it must be noted, creating Human Puppet Golems demanded extremely high difficulty; the number of accomplishments he amassed in the Blood Demon Cult to acquire just four was substantial.

But this guy before him, could instantly conjure dozens of avatars.

This was utterly unreasonable.

Boom!

Blood vastly surpassing the previous torrents gushed from the bead, surging in the valley like a tsunami, the waves reaching dozens of feet high, sweeping towards all the avatars and Qin Tian’s true form.

If he didn’t act now, the remaining two Human Puppet Golems would be torn to pieces as well!

Seeing the Sea of Blood pressing down, Qin Tian’s eyes flashed, instead of evading, he allowed the surging blood to engulf both himself and all the avatars.

“Not dodging?!”

The blood-robed man paused in confusion, then a ferocious, cold smile spread across his face.

This Sea of Blood contained the blood poison and corrosive force he had painstakingly cultivated for years; even a Peak Tier Six expert submerged in it would be drained of Essence Blood, reduced to bones. This kid dared to recklessly withstand it?

“Arrogant fool! Do you really think you can withstand the Sea of Blood’s erosion?” He cackled wildly, both hands madly forming seals, driving the Blood Spirit Bead to accelerate its operation, determined to fully refine Qin Tian in the Sea of Blood.

Yet, in the very next second, the cackling abruptly ceased.

The blood-robed man found in horror that the once raging Sea of Blood was diminishing at a visibly rapid pace, the waves halving in just a few breaths, their color fading significantly.

He hurriedly focused his gaze, seeing through the roiling blood waves, glimpsing hundreds of vines emerging from the Sea of Blood, their surfaces covered with thorns, every leaf greedily sucking up the blood!

“No good!” The blood-robed man’s face drastically changed, finally understanding why Qin Tian didn’t dodge—this was a trap!

He hastily diverted his Spiritual Energy, attempting to use the Blood Spirit Bead to recall the blood, but it was already too late.

The vines seemed to transform into black holes, the thorns’ eerie red glow shining, their suction power increasing by thousands of times.

The blood in the Sea of Blood surged madly toward the vines like finding an outlet, even the Blood Spirit Bead trembled violently, as if about to be torn apart by this terrifying suction force.

In only ten breaths, the entire valley’s Sea of Blood was drained dry, leaving only a wasteland of black earth.

Jie La’s vines became thicker, their surfaces flowing with an eerie red glow, the leaves gently swaying, seemingly taunting the blood-robed man in silence.