The heavy stone door shut out all sound from outside. Only two men and a corpse remained in the Evil-Sealing Chamber. Wisps of chill seeped from the Baleful Suppression Foundation Stone underground, wrapping around the pale red blood mist drifting over the corpse and making every breath feel stifled.
"Burn!"
Qin Zhenggang clenched his teeth and kept the Rebirth Seal hovering above the corpse, not daring to relax for an instant.
Qin He held nothing back now. Lotus flame rose from his palm, drifting without wind and slowly winding around the suspended body.
The instant the flames touched the long, blood-colored hair, a flurry of shrill hisses erupted. The red mist churned violently and contracted, while the corpse trembled slightly, as though scorched by pain.
Qin He turned his fingertips, revealing seven three-inch Soul Capturing Needles, their shafts cast with yang sigils and gleaming with a cold white light.
His steps broke through the chamber's stagnant air. The moment he approached, a stifling sensation that tugged at his soul drifted from around the corpse. Invisible resistance barred his way, forcibly blocking the force of his strike.
Every inch forward consumed more origin power. His flesh felt as though it were steeped in thick, icy slurry, heavy and difficult to move.
Qin He steadied his mind and turned his wrist, thrusting the first Soul Capturing Nail straight toward the corpse's brow.
The long, blood-colored hair frantically coiled around the nail, binding it layer upon layer to blunt its piercing edge. Only after he channeled a wisp of True Demon essence into it did he force his way through the obstruction and drive it firmly into the depths of the brow.
The second nail pierced the chest, the third the dantian, and the remaining four pinned the joints of the limbs.
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