I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield-Chapter 578 - 458: Battle Against Holy Blood, Rakshasa Ghost Sword (Part 2)

"Die!"

Alaya uttered in a low voice, the dark green wings flapped fiercely, transforming her figure into an afterimage, her speed now several times faster, almost reaching the level of teleportation.

The blood-red longsword in her hand was infused with dense black spiritual energy, making her sword strikes even more venomous and agile. Streams of pitch-black sword qi shot out like venomous snakes, slicing through the air, aiming straight for Qin Tian’s vital points.

"Good timing!"

Qin Tian’s eyes burned with even greater resolve, his Night Demon Wings flapping agilely to evade the sword qi, while the Black Frost Battle Saber in his hand emitted a dazzling lightning glow, executing the "Thunderbolt Slash" technique from the "Celestial Punishment Nine Strikes."

The clash of blade and sword light in the snowstorm, the intertwining of black spiritual energy and the power of thunder, each collision unleashed terrifying energy ripples, causing the surrounding frozen ground to crack open with gaps several meters wide, and the accumulated snow to be blown tens of meters high, making the entire icy plain tremble violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The horrifying shockwaves from the battle spread like shockwaves, even the Ice Extreme Pass tens of kilometers away could clearly feel it.

The soldiers on the city walls felt the ground shaking beneath them, and perceiving the world-ending aura outside the pass, their faces changed, involuntarily tightening their grip on their weapons.

"Do not panic!"

At this moment, Li Qi’s figure appeared on the city wall. He stood at the edge of the barrier, his voice steady and powerful, "It’s the boss fighting the Luoho Clan. With the boss’s strength, there’s no way he’ll lose. All you need to do is hold your positions and be vigilant against any other potential enemies. Don’t cause any trouble for the boss!"

In the past two years, he had followed the boss through countless battles, including some extremely perilous ones, but no matter how strong the enemy was, the final victory always belonged to the boss.

This time, their enemies were the Luoho Clan, one of the Nine Great Holy Bloods. Others might have been scared senseless by the name, but Li Qi still believed that the boss would definitely defeat his opponent.

The soldiers, hearing Li Qi’s words, gradually calmed their inner panic, gripping their weapons again, and looking around with alert eyes.

...

In the snowstorm, Alaya’s sword speed became increasingly terrifying. Each time the dark green wings flapped, they brought forth several streaks of pitch-black sword qi, laced with dense evil qi. When it landed on the frozen ground, it exploded into pits several meters deep, with even the air tinged with a pungent smell of blood.

In the heat of the battle, a twisted and grotesque face suddenly shone with a strange luster in her eyes, the violent aura quietly dissipated, replaced by a soul-captivating allure.

This was the other killing technique of the Rakshasa besides speed, using her own spiritual energy to invoke a mental enchantment. Even a Tier Seven expert might be distracted and become a helpless prey if careless.

But facing this deadly enchantment, Qin Tian’s gaze remained as clear as ice.

A barely noticeable golden streak flashed between his brows—his "Spiritual Wisdom Divine Authority" talent had long been silently activated, providing a 90% immunity to all mental abilities; coupled with the natural mental resistance of his Immortal Battle Body. Alaya’s proud enchantment fell onto him like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to stir even a ripple.

"Clang!"

Qin Tian raised his hand to block the incoming longsword, his wrist twisted, and his left fist suddenly gathered crackling arcs of lightning, with a fierce momentum targeting right at Alaya’s face.

Alaya’s face drastically changed. She never expected her enchantment to have no effect on Qin Tian. This punch came swiftly and ferociously, almost giving her no chance to evade.

In a critical moment, she desperately flapped her wings, her body retreating like a kite with a broken string, narrowly avoiding the lightning punch. The fist wind grazed her cheek, leaving a streak of blood.

After regaining her balance, Alaya looked at Qin Tian opposite her, his face calm, as if he hadn’t exerted his full strength. A surge of shame and anger flooded her heart.

She was a Tier Seven Holy Blood, bearing the true form of the Rakshasa, yet she could not handle even a Tier Six human, nearly suffering a loss. To her, this was an unprecedented humiliation!

"Rakshasa, is that all you’ve got?"

Qin Tian’s voice rang out faintly, not loud, yet like a needle precisely piercing Alaya’s sore spot, with undisguised disdain in his tone.

"You’re courting death!"

Alaya’s eyes blazed with crimson killing intent, screaming as she raised her hand, the blood-red longsword in her grasp instantly enveloped with black-red spiritual energy. The sword body vibrated violently, emitting an aura several times stronger than before, even the surrounding snowstorm was disturbed and whirled away.

Seeing this, Qin Tian felt a chill in his heart, not daring to be negligent, he rapidly circulated his spiritual energy within his body. Immediately, a faint golden turtle-pattern shield appeared on his body surface, its patterns layered and radiating a heavy defensive aura.

In the next second, Alaya’s figure suddenly vanished from sight!

"Buzz——"

The space around Qin Tian rippled with distortion, hundreds of Alaya’s afterimages flashed like specters, each holding a blood-red longsword, stabbing towards Qin Tian’s vital points—some aimed at his heart, some at his throat, some at his eyes. The dense sword shadows completely enveloped Qin Tian, leaving no chance for defense.

This was the Rakshasa Ghost Sword, the holy blood martial technique of the Luoho Clan, its power far surpassing Golden Level martial techniques when invoked with the true form of the Rakshasa, Alaya’s ultimate secret move!

"Pshhk! Pshhk!"

The sound of several longswords piercing the turtle-pattern shield rang out consecutively. Qin Tian could even clearly feel the coldness of the sword tips entering his body—heart, shoulder, thigh, eyes... In just an instant, his body was riddled with dozens of bloody holes, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining his hunting outfit red, making him sway like a rag doll, seemingly about to fall in the next moment.