The moment the lightning sword pierced the infant ghost's chest, time seemed to freeze for a split second.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but my body swayed and I almost fell.
"No, something's not right, Chen Yan, something seems wrong!"
Luo Tianhe's voice rang in my ears, and he sounded somewhat panicked.
I struggled to lift my eyelids, and then my eyes widened in horror!
The ghost infant's bluish-black body shriveled up suddenly, like a punctured water sac, while a thick yellow liquid oozed out.
However, the yin energy and corpse fluids frantically climbed and coiled up along the blade of the Thunderstrike Sword!
On the sword, the thunder and fire talisman I drew myself flickered with red light and electric arcs, emitting a sizzling sound that sent chills down one's spine.
My heart tightened, knowing that the power of the Thunderfire Talisman was almost exhausted.
The next moment, the red light dimmed, and the pitch-black yin energy immediately seeped into the strokes of the Thunderfire Talisman, staining the crimson red into a dark, filthy blood-like color.
"Chen Yan, he's corrupting your Thunder Strike Sword!" Old Han shouted, his voice filled with a shock I'd never heard before, but it was too late!
A chilling, venomous thought rushed into my mind through the mental link between me and the Thunder Strike Sword!
In that instant, what I saw was no longer the open space in front of the cold storage, but pitch-black soil, huge rocks, and a skeleton clinging to me tightly.
At the same time, the suffocating feeling, as if I were being buried alive, made my face contort in horror.
"Get out!" I yelled, biting my tongue until it bled. The sharp pain and the metallic taste of blood barely restored some of my consciousness.
However, the chilling feeling did not completely subside; it lingered on the edge of my consciousness, causing my arm holding the Thunderstrike Sword to tremble involuntarily, and a violent urge to slash arose inexplicably within me.
It's all Li Huai's fault. If it weren't for him, Lei Jijian wouldn't have turned out like this.
Instantly, my eyes turned bloodshot as I looked at Li Huai.
Li Huai had just recovered from his daze when he saw my fierce gaze and instinctively took a few steps back.
"Chen, Chen Yan, what's wrong with you?!"
I gripped the lightning sword tightly, my fingertips turning white from the force, my arm trembling slightly, as if I would uncontrollably slash at it at any moment.
I pressed my right hand down with my left hand for a long time before I could finally push my trembling right hand down.
"I...I'm fine, just stay away from me," I said weakly.
Li Huai tried to come up and help me, but was scared away by my fierce gaze.
As I suppressed the violent emotions in my heart, I felt that what I was holding in my hand was not a warm lightning sword, but a piece of thousand-year-old ice!
Even my hand gripping the sword hilt started to sting!
"Li Huai, leave Chen Yan and come here with us." Brother Luo Tian called out to him. He knew what had just happened and that I was not in a good state.
Li Huai hesitated for a moment, then began to walk towards the back.
As I stared intently at his retreating figure, a sudden urge arose within me to throw the Thunderstrike Sword, just as I had done with the Ghost Infant earlier, to pin Li Huai to the ground as well.
"Giggle..."
Suddenly a sharp laugh rang out. I looked down and found that the ghostly infant was still hanging on the lightning sword.
At the wound where it was pierced by the lightning sword, the yin energy surged and stretched, actually sticking the remaining head and limbs of the ghost infant to the hilt and guard of the sword!
At this moment, the Thunderstrike Sword looked like a deformed bone sword that had grown out of the body of a twisted monster.
"The formation is changing!" Luo Tianhe's panicked voice rang out.
I forced myself to endure the chaos in my mind and the icy numbness in my arms, and looked down. I saw that the Seven Star Demon Subduing Array diagram under my feet, which had been flowing with pure, masculine red light, was now flickering!
The color of those vermilion lines was rapidly turning dark and black, like dirty blood flowing in blood vessels.
What chilled me to the bone even more was that the formation seemed to emanate a cold, sinister suction force, drawing away our body heat, energy, and even our very souls!
Suddenly, I heard a muffled thud, and saw Zhang Qiang, who was standing in the opposite position, suddenly fall to the ground.
The stun gun in his hand had long since gone out, and his face turned ashen within seconds, with faint bluish-black bruises even appearing on his exposed skin.
Luo Tianhe, who had just left his post, was in no better shape. The money sword in his hand had turned completely black, and he was panting heavily, his eyes filled with horror.
Old Han, his eyes bloodshot with rage, hesitated for a long time before finally tearing off a jade pendant from his chest and slamming it hard into the center of the formation.
"The righteous spirit of heaven and earth endures forever, while evil spirits invade and are crushed to suppress the spirit!"
The moment the jade pendant shattered, a pure and gentle aura spread out, temporarily stabilizing the formation's further deterioration.
Old Han himself coughed up a small mouthful of blood with a "poof," and the blood sizzled as it fell to the ground.
At this moment, my mind cleared somewhat, and upon seeing this scene, I suddenly realized...
Using this talisman might cause great harm to Elder Han!
That's why he hesitated for so long before.
"I underestimated this ghost infant. His resentment is much deeper than I imagined. It can even corrupt magical artifacts and reverse magical formations."
Old Han, panting, looked at the drastically changed sword in my hand, a resolute glint in his eyes:
"Young brother, give up this sword. I still have one more chance to fully activate the formation and destroy the ghost infant in one fell swoop."
"If I destroy the ghost infant, will my Thunderstrike Sword return to normal, or will it be destroyed along with the ghost?"
I stared intently at Old Han, but he avoided my gaze and looked away, his meaning obvious.
I gave a bitter laugh and looked at the Thunderstrike Sword in my hand, a weapon that was connected to my mind and soul and had accompanied me through many life-and-death experiences, but which was now twisted and grotesque.
I could sense that faint tremor deep within its consciousness, a vestige of the original Thunderstrike Sword that had not yet been completely eroded.
"Hurry up and make a decision! The formation is about to switch again!"
Seeing that I remained silent, Old Han urged me on.
In a flash, a crazy and dangerous thought rushed into my mind.
Since it's merging with pollution, can I fight for it in the opposite direction?
After all, I am not from a traditional Taoist sect, and the path of array formations was opened by my grandfather, but he did not influence my thinking. I learned from Master Jin and Yingniang, but I still followed a self-taught path.
"Old Han, find a way to calm me down and suppress these evil thoughts!" I shouted. Without waiting for his response, I suddenly closed my eyes and stopped resisting the chilling resentment that was invading my mind.
Instead, I deliberately focused all my attention on the connection between myself and the lightning strike, following the corrupted array patterns, perceiving in reverse, and rushing towards the core of that evil entity.
"You've gone mad!" Old Han's exclamation seemed to come from a very high and distant place.
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