Chapter 54: This could very well result in total annihilation.
Ji Qianqiu unleashed a punch, the powerful force tearing through the air.
The baby's skull shattered instantly, but no bone fragments flew out; instead, a thick cloud of black smoke burst forth, shooting straight into the sky.
The moment the black mist shot into the sky, the world suddenly changed color.
A cold wind howled, swirling up withered branches and fallen leaves from the ground, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail.
Countless translucent vengeful spirits emerged from the ground, walls, and even the air, emitting piercing howls and forming a violent mental shock that indiscriminately swept through everyone's consciousness!
"Not good!" Mo Yun cried out, quickly casting several calming talismans. The soft golden light barely protected the minds of the team members, but the wailing was insidious and still shook their souls.
Above the ruins of the mortuary, a strange blood moon slowly emerged, its crimson light pouring down, covering everything in a thick layer of blood.
The evil energy emanating from the fractured skull of the infant had not yet dissipated; instead, it intertwined with the blood-red moonlight, twisting in the air into a continuously expanding black shadow.
A terrifying pressure rolled in from the shadows like a tidal wave, making everyone's bones creak and groan.
"Crack...crack..." The rock armor on Tiepan's body cracked first. He roared and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The earthy yellow spiritual light surged up, but was quickly suppressed by the blood color.
The dozens of protective talismans that Mo Yun threw out had just turned into light and risen up when they flickered like candles in the wind, their edges charred and curled, and their spiritual energy quickly dissipated.
"Uh..." Chu Yunfan held the jade flute to his lips, but the melody was only able to flow out a few intermittent notes before it was drowned out by the wailing of the vengeful spirits surging from all directions.
The cries were shrill, drilling straight into one's consciousness, causing a sharp pain in one's brain.
Shen Yunzhou's icy sword energy swept out in a circle, annihilating several illusory figures that rushed towards him. However, more invisible and intangible vengeful spirits pierced through the sword curtain and coiled around him. His spiritual energy immediately became stagnant, and even his brows were covered with a layer of frost.
Ji Qianqiu shattered a more solidified vengeful spirit with a single punch, and the black energy exploded into tiny ghostly shadows that climbed up his arm, gnawing at his life force.
He roared furiously, his fists flying fiercely, but he couldn't dispel the ever-present evil.
The compass needle in Xie Chen's hand spun wildly, and the several layers of array light barriers he had painstakingly set up rippled and teetered on the verge of collapse under the glow of the blood moon.
Fang Li felt a tightness in her chest, as if the wailing of ten thousand souls was amplified right next to her ears, shaking her consciousness.
The scenery before her eyes was slightly distorted. Her chaotic spiritual root was operating spontaneously, but it felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and the speed at which it absorbed spiritual energy could not keep up with the consumption. Her face turned pale, and her body swayed uncontrollably.
"You destroyed my magical artifact... ruined my lord's grand plan..."
A hoarse voice, like the scraping of rusty iron, came from the black shadow that had coalesced in mid-air.
The wisp of black mist slowly coalesced into a figure, the same black-robed man from before. Countless wailing, resentful spirits, like tangible black smoke, swirled around him.
The pressure emanating from it had already surpassed the Foundation Establishment stage and firmly established itself at the Pseudo-Core stage!
He raised his withered hand and pressed it down.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several crimson beams of light suddenly shot down from the blood moon, precisely enveloping the seven people below!
"!"
Fang Li felt a sudden heaviness all over her body, as if she were sinking into an endless swamp, and it took a lot of effort to lift her hand or foot.
Even more terrifying, an invisible force began to tear at her soul, as if trying to forcibly pull her three souls and seven spirits out of her body! A sharp pain came from the depths of her soul, she groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her lips.
"Guard...guard your mind!" Chu Yunfan shouted with difficulty, and the flute music started again, but it was very weak.
The demon envoy let out a strange, cackling laugh, and in a flash, flew to the highest point of the mortuary's broken wall, raising his hand to summon a giant banner.
The banner was woven from countless distorted, pained faces, each one screaming silently, tears of blood streaming from its eyes.
He waved the soul banner, its surface billowing, and a chilling wind howled!
A massive gray-black barrier expanded instantly, completely sealing off the entire mortuary area.
Inside the barrier, the temperature plummeted, and black frost began to condense on the ground. The previously illusory vengeful spirits materialized, howling as they pounced on the group, trying to tear at their flesh, devour their spiritual power, and gnaw at their crumbling souls!
"Get out of my way!" Ji Qianqiu roared, his fist exploding with energy, scattering several vengeful spirits, but even more vengeful spirits immediately pounced on him. The life force on his body was gradually being devoured, and the excruciating pain and the feeling of his soul being torn apart caused his movements to become distorted.
The iron rock roared, and the rock armor reformed. It smashed the ground with a punch, shaking off a circle of vengeful spirits, but the armor was quickly covered by black energy again, and fragments flew everywhere.
Mo Yun kept throwing out purification talismans, but the golden light could only create a tiny, insignificant space in the tide of vengeful spirits. The talismans were being consumed very quickly, and his face turned pale.
Shen Yunzhou's sword light was as white as snow, and each strike carried the power of ice, temporarily freezing the approaching vengeful spirits, but the speed of his sword clearly slowed down.
His gaze swept over the swaying Fang Li, his brows furrowing.
The jade fan in Xie Chen's hand flashed with light, and the phantom of the counting rods danced. The "Golden Light Protective Array" that he was supporting had already shattered. He tried to set up a new array, but as soon as the array base was placed, it was polluted and eroded by resentment. The light screen flickered twice and then collapsed. He himself was also affected by the backlash, and he groaned and his aura weakened.
Fang Li's face was ashen, and her body swayed precariously. She desperately drew a soul-suppressing talisman, but her spiritual energy was not flowing smoothly, the talisman's power was greatly reduced, her consciousness gradually began to blur, the surrounding sounds began to become distant, and the pain of her soul being torn apart and the weakness of her spiritual energy being exhausted overwhelmed her.
"I'm...I'm going to die..." Her vision blurred. "System...how are you! Where's the self-destruct button...This time...we're really at a disadvantage...I'll fight it to the death, I'll drag this black-robed guy down with me!"
[Insufficient energy... Unable to initiate self-destruct program...] The system's electronic voice became extremely weak and intermittent.
[Highest priority... distress signal... forcibly sent... signal strength maximized... target locked: Night... Night Without End... buzzing... hopefully... he can receive it...]
Under the dual torment of mental and physical suffering, the seven were like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
The black-robed demon envoy hovered above the barrier, enjoying the desperate scene of the people struggling below, and let out a wild laugh.
He raised his hands high, beginning to gather the power of the Blood Moon and the overwhelming resentment within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, and a spear materialized in his withered palms.
The spear was pitch black, as if it had swallowed all the light around it. Its tip was shrouded in an evil aura that pierced the soul, and it was locked onto the center of the barrier from afar.
"Your souls are accepted by my lord!" The demon's maniacal laughter pierced the ears.
The pitch-black spear slowly turned, aiming at the seven people who were no longer able to dodge.
The aura of destruction reached its peak, and the shadow of death descended completely!
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