After hearing the words of the scaled beast, Hun Changqing was stunned, and his movements froze. Why did the name "Tomb of the Gods" sound familiar? However, he quickly realized what it meant and sneered at the beast, saying,
"The Qianmu Saint is ultimately just a high-level Dou Sheng. There are still people stronger than him on the Dou Qi Continent. He is not worthy of the title of god. Moreover,
he is just a dead man who died ten thousand years ago. I don't even know if he can leave behind a trace of his remnant soul. I want to see what can make me buried here forever. If it's just you, then save your breath!"
Hun Changqing snorted at the scaled beast, then grabbed the Yin Soul Banner floating in front of him. With a wave of his hand, boundless black mist surged out from the banner, and a dazzling silver light shot out.
The silver light stood at the center of the rising black mist, then let out a sharp, mournful howl like that of a demon from hell. As this howl resounded, the blood-red eyes within the black mist also emitted incredibly piercing roars.
These roars carried with them sharp, blade-like soul power, spreading outwards and attacking the scaled beast.
Sensing the intense threat emanating from these sharp soul powers, the beast's ugly, ferocious face rapidly shifted in expression, becoming extremely ugly. Dark green energy halos rose from its thick feet. Just as it was about to dodge the soul attacks, a cold voice came from above.
"Formation activated!"
With this voice, an unparalleled chilling aura instantly spread throughout the area shrouded in black mist, firmly locking the scaled beast in place.
Then, countless Yin Demons emerged from the black mist, emitting sharp, piercing roars, and surged forth like a dark tide, tearing at the scaled beast.
Seeing the countless Yin Demons descending from the sky, the scaled beast felt a chill run down its spine; the soul power carried by these Yin Demons was far too strong against it.
Facing the overwhelming Yin Demons, the beast had no way to avoid them and dared not be as careless as before. It also let out a deafening roar, and dark green battle qi erupted from the twisted horns on its head, transforming into a poisonous mist that spread outwards, seemingly trying to corrode the Yin Demons and keep them outside.
Above, Hun Changqing, seeing this poisonous mist, sneered. If these Yin Demons were so easily blocked, he wouldn't have spent so much effort refining them.
Although this magical beast appeared to be incredibly powerful, it seemed to have very little experience in fighting humans, and it just kept haphazardly pouring out the energy within its body. You'll never believe why I moved to… Dortmund It's likely that this creature has lived in this swamp since birth, and it's the only one of its kind there. They don't fight much, only cultivate and improve their cultivation levels, but their actual combat ability is rather pathetic.
This discovery is definitely good news for Hun Changqing. He had initially prepared for a life-or-death battle, but now it seems he might be able to easily subdue this demonic beast.
Just as Hun Changqing expected, the Yin Demons showed no reaction to the spreading poisonous mist. The mist seemed nonexistent to them, posing no obstacle whatsoever.
Led by the main soul, countless Yin Demons pierced through the dark green poisonous mist, swarming towards the scaled demonic beast. In the beast's horrified eyes, the countless Yin Demons opened their illusory maws and began to tear at the scaled demonic beast.
The scaled beast instantly felt an indescribable, terrifying yin energy invade its body, rampaging and recklessly destroying its internal organs.
Moreover, from the depths of its soul, an indescribable, tearing pain surged, causing the previously unharmed beast to let out a blood-curdling scream, a sound so shrill and chilling it sent shivers down the spine.
Never before experiencing such agony, the beast went berserk. Its once lucid eyes were now clouded, and its hands flailed wildly, unleashing surging bursts of battle qi haphazardly. Clearly, the beast had fallen into a state of madness.
Hun Changqing, watching the mindless scaled beast below, smirked, almost bursting into laughter. The ease with which he dealt with this beast far exceeded his expectations.
It could be said that, given the combat capabilities this demonic beast was currently displaying, even without the Yin Soul Banner, which was highly effective against demonic beasts, Hun Changqing could have easily defeated it by simply engaging in a war of attrition, gradually exploiting its weaknesses.
Even Xing Su, with his strength, could have subdued the beast using this method, though it would have taken considerable time. If Xing Su had tested the beast's strength beforehand instead of fleeing upon sensing its power level, Hun Changqing would have been out of the picture. Watching the demonic beast
below, howling in agony from the countless Yin demons tearing at its flesh, frantically attacking and depleting its energy, Hun Changqing smiled coldly. He then concealed himself, secretly observing the beast's weaknesses, hoping to deliver a fatal blow and end this pointless battle as quickly as possible.
As time passed, constantly eroded by countless Yin demons and with its battle energy continuously depleted, the scaled beast was now panting heavily and utterly exhausted. Although there wasn't a single injury on its body, its weakened aura and feeble soul fluctuations showed that the beast was at its last gasp.