Snap!

The final Water Thunder Light Membrane shattered, and the Blade of the Evil God, engulfed in black flames, slashed across Qin Yang's chest.

With a ripping sound, the Water Crocodile Armor Qin Yang wore was torn apart, and the immense force carried by the Blade of Evil sent Qin Yang flying backwards, crashing heavily onto the ruins.

Splat!

Qin Yang's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, on the cloth covering his chest, there was a half-foot long wound. Blood oozed out of it, thick and black, with wisps of eerie black flames flickering, full of strong Evil Qi.

The black flames burned with an intense scorching pain, and the emitted Evil Qi began to spread throughout his body through the blood.

Qin Yang's expression turned grim. The power of the Blade of Evil in this damned foreigner's hand was too strong. Unexpectedly, on Earth, a place scarce in Spiritual Energy and resources, such an evil thing exists.

"Pure Yang Skill!"

Qin Yang formed a Spell Seal with both hands, and a small sun radiating dazzling white light condensed between the joined fingers of his right hand.

The Pure Yang Ball he formed with Spiritual Power was a natural enemy of evil things.

However, when Qin Yang's Pure Yang Ball touched the black flames on the wound, those black flames did not subside. Instead, they flared up again, clashing with the Pure Yang Ball at his fingertips, even seeming to devour the Spiritual Power within the Pure Yang Ball.

"Heh heh, with your ant-like mortal strength, do you vainly hope to extinguish the flames left by the Blade of the Evil God?"

Baron of the Night let out a mocking laugh.

"If I can't dispel it temporarily, then I'll switch to a seal."

The Pure Yang Ball in Qin Yang's hand quickly outlined several Supreme Yang Runes around the wound, temporarily sealing the black flames.

"Pathetic ant, no matter what you do, you cannot escape death tonight."

The Baron of the Night's eyes glowed with dark, evil aura as he looked down at Qin Yang, like observing prey destined to die.

"It seems I have no choice but to fight."

Under the night sky, Qin Yang took a deep breath, a glint of cold light flickered in his eyes, and he swallowed five Primordial Spirit Pills in one go.

The Spirit Pills melted in his mouth, and operating the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, the potent medicinal power transformed into Spiritual Power, surging within Qin Yang's Dantian.

However, the medicinal power contained in the five Primordial Spirit Pills was too much for Qin Yang, an Intermediate Immortal Warrior. His Dantian's capacity was already completely saturated, so he was forced to disperse the remaining Spiritual Power throughout his body.

Now, Qin Yang's aura had barely reached the level of a High Level Immortal Warrior.

"Despicable Huaxia man, no matter what you've done, you must die tonight!"

Seeing Qin Yang's aura rising, the Baron's eyes narrowed, sensing a hint of danger from him.

"Shadow of the Evil God!"

The black flames on the Blade of Evil in the Baron's hand flared up again, transforming into a shadow, slashing straight toward Qin Yang's throat.

"Level Four Spell, Low Altitude Levitation!"

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold, and he formed a Spell Seal with both hands, a faint glow enveloping his entire body.

As the Blade of Evil shrouded in black flames came slicing towards him, the body that originally stood on the ruins suddenly floated upward into the sky.

The Baron of the Night lunged forward in vain, the sinister wolf head abruptly lifted, gazing skyward.

Under the night sky, at a height of thirty meters, the figure of a young man floated quietly in mid-air, his dark eyes flashing with cold light, looking down on the massive wolf body below.

"You are not a Huaxia Ancient Martial Artist, who are you?!"

The Baron's eyes, filled with black Qi, showed a hint of astonishment. He knew a bit about Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists; they couldn't float in mid-air.

"The one who will take your life."

Murderous intent shone in Qin Yang's eyes. His ability to maintain this state was limited and he needed to end the fight quickly.

"Heh heh, thinking you can take the life of a noble Baron of the Wolf Race, first I'll take yours."

The Baron pushed off the ground with his feet, his towering form jumping over ten meters, swinging the Blade of Evil in his hand.

Boom!

The black flames on the Blade of Evil surged forth, transforming into a dark saber beam ten meters long, slicing downward at Qin Yang hovering in mid-air.

Under the night sky, Qin Yang's figure flickered, deftly avoiding the flaming saber.

The Baron failed in his strike and couldn't linger in the air, then heavily landed back on the ground.

Thud!

Dust flew on the ground, and where he landed, his massive wolf claws stomped out two pits.

"Level Four Spell, Wind Serpent Dance!"

In mid-air, the tips of Qin Yang's fingers glowed with a faint cyan light, quickly forming a mysterious Spell Seal, within which was a deep-cyan small snake solidified by Spiritual Power.

"Go!"

Qin Yang's eyes held a chill as he uttered softly.

Whoosh!

The deep-cyan small snake sprang from Qin Yang's palm, transformed into a cyan streak of light, and in the blink of an eye, appeared above the enormous wolf body of the Baron.

The Baron's eyes filled with black Evil Qi narrowed, from the solid deep-cyan small snake he detected a scent of death.

"Get lost, Baron commands!"

The Baron growled beast-like, leaping up, swinging the Blade of the Evil God at the deep-cyan snake.

"Fool!"

Seeing the Baron rushing towards the deep-cyan snake instead of fleeing and attempting to destroy it, a sarcastic smile curled on Qin Yang's lips, and his hands forming the seal suddenly clapped together.

Bang!

The deep-cyan snake instantly enlarged, transforming into a cyan tornado ten meters high, enveloping the towering wolf body of the Baron.

The cyan tornado was not a normal air current; it was made up of hundreds of rapidly spinning Wind Blades.

Whirr...

The tornado howled, and the bricks entering it instantly turned to powder.

The rapidly spinning cyan Wind Blade seemed to become a mincer, tearing at the Baron's massive body.

"Ah!!…"

A beastly, chilling scream emanated from inside the tornado.

"Hmph, is not the Wolf Race renowned for its regenerative power? What now?"

Qin Yang coldly looked down at the rapidly spinning cyan tornado below.

The tornado erupted fast and dissipated just as swiftly; after a dozen moments, it was gone.

Whoosh!

A rain of blood scattered across the sky, staining the ground with sticky blood instantly, accompanied by chunks of flesh and wolf fur, the heavy stench of blood nauseating.

However, Qin Yang was no ordinary person; he had traversed through blood and storm on the Immortal Yuan Continent.

Clang!

The Blade of the Evil God, covered in eerie black Runes, fell from mid-air, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Blade of the Evil God!"

A glint of light flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he intended to float over to pick it up, just as a sound of retching came from a hidden pile of debris.

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