Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 1284 - 668: Kill!

Looking out across the scene, Yang Yinghai’s complexion was pale, his breath weak to the extreme.

It was evident that, during his desperate activation of the Fourth Order Attack Talisman, Yang Yinghai, as the initiator, had equally endured a tremendous force of impact. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

This level of shock was incomparable to ordinary attacks for both parties.

Lin Tianming was injured as well, with the defense treasure he had relied on extensively suffering severe damage, its spirituality significantly diminished compared to before.

On Yang Yinghai’s side, the situation was equally dire.

For Yang Yinghai, this round of attack was akin to harming the enemy by eight hundred while sacrificing himself by a thousand.

At present, Yang Yinghai’s mana was depleted, his injuries grievously crippling his combat ability by more than half.

Yet the results he had planned for were nowhere to be seen.

Especially the Sword Array Barricade, which remained intact despite taking the brunt of the Fourth Order Attack Talisman.

Even more critical was the fact that the range covered by the sword array continued to shrink, and the Sword Qi within was becoming increasingly dense.

Moreover, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation now bore down on Yang Yinghai with an oppressive force growing ever stronger, leaving him almost no space to survive.

Such an outcome crushed the last straw of Yang Yinghai’s hope for escaping this place.

Understanding his predicament, Yang Yinghai now felt utterly despondent, his entire demeanor resembling a defeated rooster.

Yet when he looked toward Lin Tianming, his gaze carried a complex emotion.

Within his eyes were a recognition of a superior’s strength, a trace of regret—but above all, a deep-seated hatred.

Perhaps due to some change in his psyche, Yang Yinghai, at this moment, suddenly began to calm himself.

Immediately, Yang Yinghai turned his gaze to Lin Tianming, forcibly calling upon the remnants of his True Yuan Mana, preparing for one final desperate gamble.

In that instant, Yang Yinghai performed a peculiar hand gesture, his mouth murmuring an incantation.

Soon, dark clouds roiled across the sky, and the heavens and earth were filled with raging wind and flying sand.

In the blink of an eye, a long river slowly coalesced amidst the dark clouds, suspended at the highest point above the sky.

Alongside the river’s manifestation, raindrops began to fall, and mist enveloped the earth.

At this moment, Lin Tianming observed the transformations above and felt a raindrop land on the back of his hand.

"Zzzzzz..."

Accompanied by the strange sound, Lin Tianming felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand.

When he shifted his gaze, he discovered that the rain had already corroded a small hole into his hand, with the flesh inside blurred and indistinct.

Witnessing this change, and then glancing again at the long river above with an increasing torrent of raindrops descending, Lin Tianming’s expression transformed instantly.

For he realized that this had to be none other than the renowned Tianqing Sect’s signature secret technique, a Profound Grade Spirit Art—"Tianqing Cold Spirit Art."

According to the intelligence records, the attack power of this Spirit Art was extremely terrifying. Once activated, the area it affected was vast, making retreat unscathed from such an attack remarkably difficult.

Additionally, this Spirit Art had created a horrifying track record, having in the history of Tianqing Sect slain numerous Golden Core Stage cultivators.

There were even rumors that, thousands of years ago, a Late Stage Golden Core expert from Tianqing Sect had used this secret technique to heavily injure a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator and came close to outright killing them.

Because of this, the Spirit Art bears a legendary reputation and has long been the cornerstone of Tianqing Sect’s legacy.

Fully aware of all these facts, Lin Tianming’s face turned grim, a deep apprehension welling in his heart.

Simultaneously, Lin Tianming activated his Eye of Five Colors and, without hesitation, bolted toward Yang Yinghai with a velocity surpassing any prior moment.

In that instant, utilizing the Eye of Five Colors’ effects, Lin Tianming located a relatively safe path in the fastest possible time.

Immediately after, his figure became serpentine, executing wildly distorted movements that seemed outright exaggerated.

In this state, Lin Tianming sped forward with unbelievable agility, threading through the torrents of rain with an almost miraculous trajectory until he arrived before Yang Yinghai.

And at this very moment, Yang Yinghai continued his actions uninterrupted, his murmuring ongoing, clearly still in the process of fully activating the Spirit Art.

Upon seeing Lin Tianming already reaching him while the Spirit Art’s attack still required some additional time to achieve its optimal effectiveness, Yang Yinghai’s expression turned utterly terrified.

This reaction stemmed from Yang Yinghai’s stark realization that this strike represented his last opportunity to reverse the situation.

If he failed to use this chance to seriously wound Lin Tianming with the Spirit Art’s power, what would await him next would inevitably be death.

After all, Lin Tianming’s strength had already been vividly demonstrated, clearly surpassing his own, firmly holding the upper hand.

Yang Yinghai’s mana had been completely expended, his trump cards already played.

Coupled with his severe injuries and his combat power significantly diminished.

With such disparity, the scales of victory were overwhelmingly tipped.

And presently, the Spirit Art he was relying on had yet to reach its optimal attack effect.

Contrastingly, Lin Tianming had already overcome numerous obstacles to arrive directly in front of him.

From here onward, the pressure Lin Tianming would face would be drastically reduced.

More importantly, given the current distance between the two, considering Lin Tianming’s status and abilities, Yang Yinghai now faced an immediate, mortal threat.