Blood-Colored Nascent Soul

The white flying sword streaked past like lightning, instantly tearing through the void as though it would rip apart the entire space. Wherever it passed, the air rippled in layer upon layer, as if making way for that terrifying sword light.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword shot straight toward the monster's glabella like a meteor, its speed astonishing. Cold silver light flashed around the sword, like a silver dragon roaring through the air, carrying endless killing intent and resolve.

The monster clearly sensed this terrifying power as well. Yet the blood-colored barrier it had gathered before itself had barely formed when it burst like wet paper pierced through, turning into blood-colored motes that filled the sky before being shredded by the sword wind.

The fierce sword light did not pause in the slightest. It accurately plunged into the monster's glabella and emerged from the back of its head. Then, with a clear, lingering hum, it gracefully flew back and reformed into a long sword covered in flowing frost light, emanating a chilling aura. Its crisp sword cry lingered without end.

"Got it!" A flash of relieved joy swept through Huangfu Yi's eyes.

However, the smile at the corner of his lips froze before it could fully bloom.

In the distance, the monster whose glabella had been pierced did not collapse as expected, its spiritual power dispersing.

The monster's mangled body seemed to be fiercely clenched by an invisible giant hand from within, suddenly collapsing inward before being completely swallowed by towering black flames.

The black flames were incomparably bizarre. In no more than two brief breaths, the surging flames vanished along with the monster's body, leaving no trace behind, as though it had never existed.

Only a strange talisman about the size of a palm remained