Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1283 - 667: Pushing Too Far_2

Following another dull thud, a wave of searing pain instantly tore through every nerve in his body.

As his body plummeted heavily to the ground, Yang Yinghai staggered and struggled to climb back up.

When he looked at himself, he found that his Daoist robe was in tatters, with much of his once-white hair scorched away, leaving him looking like a bald old monk.

Not only that, his face and the exposed skin on his body were charred black, with many areas reduced to raw, mangled flesh—an utterly grisly sight.

Inside his body, his Qi-blood was raging uncontrollably, beyond his ability to rein it in.

He tried repeatedly to suppress it, but to no avail.

After much effort, Yang Yinghai finally managed to calm his Qi-blood slightly, but his face was deathly pale, and his energy had greatly diminished.

Now, as he assessed his current state, it was worlds apart from his condition at the start of the battle.

At this point, he was injured—gravely so—which greatly hindered his combat strength.

Even for someone at his level of cultivation, this was undeniably a severe injury.

Realizing this, Yang Yinghai was both shocked and enraged.

For now, due to his injuries, his strength had taken a dramatic hit.

Previously, he had already been at a disadvantage, but now, after suffering this round of harm, he was even less of a match for Lin Tianming.

Adding to this, many of his trump cards had already been used up, leaving him with little means to go all out against Lin Tianming.

Fully grasping the precariousness of his situation, Yang Yinghai felt an even greater dread of Lin Tianming’s strength.

Meanwhile, Lin Tianming had regained his composure.

Now, he hovered steadily in mid-air, his gaze immediately locking onto Yang Yinghai.

As for the previous round of attacks, Lin Tianming had indeed endured a considerable impact.

This force was substantial, not only coming from the heatwave generated by the fire cloud but also from the counterforce produced by Yang Yinghai’s strange defense treasure.

While he could directly ignore the power of the flames, the sheer magnitude of the attack made the impact force incredibly overwhelming.

As a result of this exchange, Lin Tianming’s injuries had also worsened.

Fortunately, his physical body was robust, his Qi-blood and recovery abilities extraordinary, and he had been adequately prepared.

Thus, Lin Tianming’s injuries were not overly severe and did not significantly affect his strength.

At the very least, compared to Yang Yinghai, Lin Tianming had achieved his aim for this round of attacks.

Meanwhile, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation continued to shrink, approaching the nearly impenetrable range of one hundred meters.

At this point, it was incredibly difficult for Yang Yinghai to escape right under his nose.

Still, it was hard to say; after all, Yang Yinghai might have some trump card potent enough to break the Sword Array Barricade, such as using several Fourth Order Attack Talismans in succession.

If that were to happen, Lin Tianming couldn’t be entirely confident he’d be able to withstand it.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming decided to take advantage of the moment when Yang Yinghai was too preoccupied to act and eliminate this nuisance once and for all.

With this objective in mind, Lin Tianming struck again.

Very quickly, Lin Tianming formed a series of Law Decrees, unleashing one Spiritual Light after another.

Soon after, the Tiangang Ninth Sword, a Divine Skill, was launched towards Yang Yinghai once more.

At this time, Yang Yinghai had just barely managed to suppress the turbulent Qi-blood within him and take a single breath of reprieve.

When he saw Lin Tianming attacking again, sensing the Tiangang Sword flying straight toward him, Yang Yinghai’s expression turned increasingly grim.

"This brat... he’s gone too far!"

Yang Yinghai cursed inwardly, then immediately dragged his wounded body into a retreat.

However, after being so gravely injured, Yang Yinghai’s strength had waned, and much of his mana had been depleted. His speed was noticeably slower than before.

In such a state, he had little time to contend with Lin Tianming’s attack.

As the Tiangang Sword closed in, drawing nearer and nearer to his head, Yang Yinghai became increasingly desperate.

In a panic, he had no choice but to act recklessly.

At that moment, gritting his teeth through the immense pain, he activated his Defense Treasure to shield himself.

Soon, amidst a dazzling burst of sparks, the Tiangang Sword was deflected.

At this juncture, Yang Yinghai swept his sleeve, releasing a pale-blue talisman paper.

Then, with his fingers flicking incessantly, he sent Spiritual Lights crashing into the talisman.

In an instant, the blue talisman expanded, eventually transforming into a roaring blue dragon.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

With piercing roars, the blue dragon stretched over ten meters long, its entire form translucent, and its claw movements exuded an imposing aura.

As the blue dragon appeared, torrents of rain began to cascade, and the entire sky turned dark and ominous.

At this moment, Lin Tianming witnessed it all and felt a tremendous aura surging towards him.

In an instant, Lin Tianming’s expression shifted, and his steps reversed as his figure rapidly retreated.

It was clear that Lin Tianming recognized the talisman as a Fourth Order Talisman.

As he had suspected, Yang Yinghai indeed had more trump cards.

Previously, Yang Yinghai had already used Spirit Arts and consumable treasures like the Starlight Bead.

Even under the successive barrage of these trump cards, Lin Tianming had emerged unscathed, although suffering minor injuries; his overall combat strength remained largely unaffected.

By this point, Yang Yinghai also understood that conventional means could not threaten Lin Tianming, nor could they break the constraints of the Earth Fiend Sword Formation.

Given the situation, he could no longer afford to waste any time or opportunities.

With this in mind, Yang Yinghai decided to gamble everything.

In his mind, there was no longer any point in holding back on his Divine Skills, Spirit Arts, or even the treasured Fourth Order Attack Talisman.

Thus, despite the pain of expending such a powerful talisman, Yang Yinghai didn’t hesitate to activate it.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

In a chorus of roars, the blue dragon descended upon Lin Tianming’s position overhead.

By now, Lin Tianming had retreated over two hundred meters from his original position.

Yet, even so, the dragon managed to close the distance in such a short span of time.

At this moment, with the blue dragon closing in, seemingly ready to devour him at any second, Lin Tianming realized that there was no way to escape.

Without hesitation, Lin Tianming responded decisively, unleashing a sword in front of himself as a barrier.

He quickly activated his Defense Treasure to shield his body beneath it.

In a series of thunderous explosions, Lin Tianming felt as though an immense mountain had crashed into him.

At that moment, waves of excruciating pain spread through his body, and his inner organs seemed to churn violently.

He could feel his body spiraling out of control, hurtling backward.

While still in mid-air, Lin Tianming’s Qi-blood surged within him, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, draining the color from his face.

Moreover, his previously steady aura weakened by several degrees.

Fortunately, Lin Tianming retained his consciousness, and his external body showed no visible injuries.

Internally, however, many of his meridians were disordered, and his vital organs suffered varying degrees of trauma.

The source of his injuries lay partly in the overwhelming power of the Fourth Order Talisman’s attack, which delivered an enormous impact force that Lin Tianming absorbed in large part.

Additionally, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation had momentarily wavered under the onslaught, nearly collapsing under the tremendous impact.

Since Lin Tianming was the formation’s controller, he bore a deep connection to it.

Under these circumstances, Lin Tianming endured the attack from multiple angles fueled by the talisman’s power.

Thankfully, the commotion had subsided for now, and this harrowing round of assaults came to an end.

After several breaths of time, Lin Tianming regained control of his body, realizing he had fallen to the ground.

Struggling to his feet, Lin Tianming trembled slightly as he rose, his sharp eyes fixed intently on Yang Yinghai in the distance.

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