Strike Amid the Chaos

The moment the thirty-six Hundred Yin Infants appeared, an eerie aura rapidly spread out, brimming with ill omen and sinister strangeness. They seemed even more wicked than the most bizarre evil spirits between heaven and earth.

They stared with pairs of innocent, wide eyes, making babbling sounds like children just learning to speak.

Qiongqi's gaze turned cold as he fixed his eyes on the thirty-six Hundred Yin Infants.

"You're courting death!"

His voice was icy. Countless patterns suddenly emerged in his scarlet eyes and began spinning rapidly.

Burn Blood!

Whoosh!

As the bizarre eye technique was activated, a layer of chilling, dreadful power instantly spread forth like a tide of dark red, sweeping toward the thirty-six Hundred Yin Infants and seeking to ignite all their blood, burning them to death in agony.

Yet something terrifying soon happened.

His Blood-Burning secret technique seemed completely useless against these children.

The instant it spread out, it was rapidly absorbed by their bodies.

The children's eyes lit up as they instantly fixed their gazes on Qiongqi, broad smiles blooming across their faces.

"So big!"

"Is it tasty?"

"You'll know if it's tasty after one bite."

The children spoke in crisp voices.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Their bodies flashed, as though passing through space itself. They transformed into streams of terrifying black qi and pounced instantly toward Qiongqi.

Even with Qiongqi's cultivation and eyesight, he could barely catch the children's movements.

All he saw was a flicker before the thirty-six Hundred Yin Infants clung to him like tiny fleas, opening their mouths and viciously biting into his body.

Qiongqi's expression changed. Intense stabbing pain instantly surged throughout his body as pieces of tough scale armor shattered in a single exchange. Worse still, countless tiny tentacles emerged from the children's bodies and rooted themselves into him.