Silence.
A blue-black ghostly claw tore through the void, sending a sharp pain through Qin Sang’s forehead.
Less than three cun away!
His eyes widened in shock, locked onto the ghostly claw that was now dangerously close from his face.
He could even clearly see the corpse poison flowing along its pitch-black nails.
With a fierce swing of his hand—
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The Yan Luo Banners of Ten Directions shot out from his palm, scattering in all directions. The ghost banners expanded as they caught the wind, growing into towering flags as tall as a person, standing solemnly within the ice hall.
A raging yin wind howled.
Yin qi thickened, engulfing the already dim ice hall in near-complete darkness.
And with the appearance of the flying yaksha, the overwhelming surge of corpse qi further twisted the atmosphere.
At this moment, the ice hall resembled the depths of hell.
However...
Qin Sang did not immediately activate the Yan Luo Banners, nor did he summon the power of the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. He also refrained from using the Heavenly Corpse Talisman.
Instead, he focused his mind inward, diving into his Qihai.
From within his dantian, a mystical talisman, shaped like a jade tablet, surfaced.
The Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman!
A deafening dragon’s roar erupted.
The talisman shattered in response, releasing a howling dragon soul.
A Jiao coiled around his body!
By now, the ghostly claw was less than a cun from his forehead.
Moments ago, before the flying yaksha, Qin Sang had seemed sluggish, his movements almost frozen. But now, it was as if he had abruptly awakened from a deep slumber, his agility suddenly unmatched. At the very last moment, he shifted sideways.
Whoosh!
A wave of corpse qi surged past.
The ghostly claw scraped past his ear, missing him by a hair’s breadth.
One breath!
Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Sang caught a glimpse of the flying yaksha brushing past him. In an instant, he twisted his body, contorting into an unnatural angle.
The next moment, another ghostly claw skimmed across his chest, shredding his robe into pieces.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, but he continued to dodge with all his might.
The two figures weaved through the air in rapid succession, Qin Sang narrowly avoiding each attack.
Suddenly, the ice hall trembled lightly.
The flying yaksha abruptly halted, turning its head toward the side chamber where Wandering Man was. Qin Sang knew that Wandering Man had begun his operation—he could not allow the flying yaksha to be drawn away.
Without hesitation, he stopped dodging. His spiritual power condensed into a sword, launching an offensive strike.
Two breaths!
The flying yaksha was enraged.
Three breaths!
Four breaths!
By relying on the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman and the insight he had gained from previous tests on the flying yaksha’s movement patterns, Qin Sang managed to predict its attacks.
Even with his utmost effort, he had only bought two extra breaths of time—this was his absolute limit.
He could not push any further, or he would die!
Qin Sang sighed inwardly.
Within his primordial spirit space, his spiritual consciousness surged forth without reservation, locking tightly onto the Heavenly Corpse Talisman embedded within the flying yaksha’s skull.
Darkness clouded his vision, and in that instant, the flying yaksha’s eerie face loomed before him—yet it suddenly froze in place.
A chilling sensation spread across his throat.
The sharp nails of the ghostly claw were already pressing against his skin. But for just a fleeting moment, both the flying yaksha and its attack stalled.
Qin Sang seized the opportunity and retreated explosively!
Five breaths!
The Jiao spirit let out a mournful cry before withdrawing into his Qihai.
At the same time, yin wind howled, ghostly flames erupted, and the ice hall grew even colder—bone-piercingly frigid.
The Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions—Activated!