I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield-Chapter 609 - 470: Wrath, Zero-Binding Lock_2
"Crack!"
Another layer of golden shield shattered on cue, scattering fragments on the snowy ground, instantly swept away by the cold wind.
Kaine’s face was as pale as paper, blood constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth. His black robe was already soaked with blood, and his once upright figure was slightly hunched due to severe injuries—in front of Inzaghi, who possessed the Asura Battle Physique, he, a Tier Seven Nine Stars Spiritualist with a Golden Bloodline, had no chance to resist.
"Golden Spear!"
Kaine gritted his teeth and muttered lowly, the short sword in his hand gathering the last remnants of spiritual energy, thrusting towards Inzaghi’s chest in a desperate attempt to force him back and gain a moment’s respite.
But Inzaghi didn’t dodge at all. His left iron fist smashed directly towards the short sword. With a crisp clang, the short sword was knocked out of Kaine’s hand, his arm trembling violently from the massive impact, as if the bones were about to shatter.
Nearby, Alaya, Crowne, and Cheng Zhou followed from afar. They didn’t dare to intervene in Inzaghi’s battle—under the Asura Battle Physique, Inzaghi’s killing intent was extremely heavy, and approaching rashly might result in accidental injury.
But they were also worried that if Inzaghi lost himself in bloodlust and killed Kaine outright, no one would be able to explain who was behind the scenes, leaving them unable to report back to their clan.
The three could only watch anxiously from a distance, their hearts in their throats.
"Bang!"
A loud noise resonated as Inzaghi’s right fist pummeled into Kaine’s chest.
Kaine only felt a terrifying force surge into his body, his chest feeling like it was crushed by a boulder, instantly caving in as a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, spewed out, staining the snow red.
He was sent flying, carving a long blood trail on the snow, struggling to get up, only to find he couldn’t even lift his arm.
"It’s over!" Despair crept into Kaine’s heart.
Countless times he wanted to explain that he was also being plotted against, but Inzaghi’s relentless assault left no room for distraction. Even a momentary lapse in focus would likely result in being killed on the spot.
Seeing the growing murderous intent in Inzaghi’s eyes, he was fully aware that even if he spoke now, the other party would never believe him.
Yet, heavily injured and on the brink of death, with three others eyeing him like vultures, he couldn’t think of a way to escape.
"If I have to... even if I die, I’ll take someone with me!" A fierce determination flashed in Kaine’s eyes, his peripheral vision catching Crowne—among the three, Crowne was an ice mage with relatively weak melee capabilities, perhaps providing a desperate chance.
At that moment, Inzaghi’s blood-red long knife swung again, the blade wind carrying a bone-chilling evil qi, slashing straight at Kaine’s neck.
Kaine didn’t dare to block—he knew very well that if he blocked, Inzaghi’s other four iron fists would follow, ensuring his death.
He could only muster all his strength to forcibly twist his body, trying to dodge this fatal blow.
But his badly injured body could no longer keep up with his intentions, his movements slower than before.
"Boom!" Inzaghi’s fist struck his chest heavily, sending Kaine flying like a severed kite, crashing hard into a distant ice mountain dozens of meters high.
"Rumble—" The ice mountain shook violently, collapsing large areas of ice, countless ice blocks rolling in all directions, raising a skyful of snow mist.
Alaya and the others’ expressions changed, wanting to rush over to check, but they suddenly detected an extremely subtle spatial fluctuation—a flash gone in an instant. If not for their constant vigilance, they wouldn’t have noticed at all!
"You seek death!" Inzaghi roared angrily, his form dashing towards the collapsed ice mountain as if teleporting, his six arms swinging simultaneously, shattering all the obstructing ice blocks.
But when he reached the remains of the ice mountain, he discovered only a patch of blood on the snow, Kaine’s figure long gone.
"Ah——!!!"
Fury and murderous intent completely consumed Inzaghi’s rationality. He howled towards the sky, the Asura evil qi around him erupting furiously, forming a massive blood-red tornado, soaring into the clouds.
Wherever the tornado passed, the storm and snow were thoroughly crushed, the ice on the ground cracking inch by inch, enveloping the entire snowfield in blood-red, like a terrifying sea of blood hell.
Under the pressure of the blood-red tornado, Alaya and the others couldn’t help but tremble, lacking even the courage to look up—the Military Lord’s anger was far more terrifying than they imagined.
......
"It went smoother than I expected."
An unfamiliar voice faintly reached his ears. Kaine forced his heavy eyelids open, and in his blurred vision, four figures stood before him—one of them being his target for this trip, Dongfang Haoyue.
"You all... cough cough..." Kaine tried to speak, but the severe pain in his chest made him cough up several mouthfuls of blood, his face pale as paper, filled with fury and despair.
Now, heavily injured and nearly depleted of spiritual energy, he stood no chance against Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu, two Tier Six powerhouses, let alone an ordinary high-tier spiritualist.
The mission had utterly failed, and he was facing certain death, leaving him unwilling to accept his fate.
His gaze left Dongfang Haoyue, slowly scanning across Zhuge Yu and Lan, finally resting on Qin Tian—it was him! He must have orchestrated all this!
Hatred filled Kaine’s eyes instantly. He had thoroughly investigated Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu’s abilities, and neither possessed spatial abilities; the exquisitely beautiful woman with a cold aura was clearly an ice system spiritualist, also incapable of spatial manipulation.
Therefore, the person who lured him to the Luoho Clan’s secret base, nearly getting him killed, and then transported him here, must be this man in front of him!
