Silver Serpent Descends from Heaven

Song Wen in front did not respond. Instead, his aura began to drop rapidly, and the corpse aura surrounding him gradually weakened.

"Is this due to insufficient spiritual energy?"

Yan Feng was overjoyed once again.

The more severely the Extreme Yin's strength declines, the greater the chance of capturing the Extreme Yin alive.

Before he could even feel happy for a moment, he sensed that the aura emanating from Extreme Yin had become strange.

The heavy aura of death vanished in an instant, replaced by an aura of righteousness.

This feeling is very strange.

It's like a Sha Qi butcher who suddenly transforms into a compassionate and enlightened monk.

Yan Feng was not surprised but rather pleased.

Extreme Yin indeed possesses a great secret; once Extreme Yin is captured, these secrets will belong to him.

Just then, a majestic divine might suddenly emanated from Extreme Yin, filled with the power to cleanse the world of all filth.

"What is this?!"

Yan Feng could no longer be happy; a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

He hurriedly activated his poison technique, and wisps of green mist rose around him. Then, the green mist gradually condensed, transforming into a green bronze bell that protected him within.

The green bronze bell gradually thickened, as if it were about to transform into a real bronze Great Lu.

Before the green bronze bell could complete its transformation, a dazzling silver-white lightning bolt appeared out of thin air high in the sky, followed by a thunderclap. The silver snake ripped through the sky and struck Yan Feng.

"Boom!"

The silver snake struck the green bronze bell, producing a deafening roar.

The surrounding trees swayed violently, as if the earth itself were shaking.

Yan Feng, who was at the center of the attack, was instantly turned silvery-white, so bright that it was blinding.

Lightning comes quickly and goes quickly.

Within a ten-meter radius of Yan Feng, all the trees were blasted to pieces and completely destroyed.

The ground where Yan Feng stood had been scraped away, leaving a layer of soil behind.

The large green bell had vanished without a trace, along with Yan Feng's entire left arm.

Yan Feng was seriously injured, but he survived.

His face was contorted with rage, twisted and crazed.

"Good, very good. I didn't expect you to be able to activate a thunder talisman that only righteous cultivators can use. I must capture you, extract your soul, and slowly torture and refine it. I want to obtain all the secrets within you."

Song Wen paid no heed to Yan Feng's threats.

Villains always die from talking too much.

In Song Wen's heart, he was not satisfied with the result of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman Yan Feng.

This is First-Tier Superior-Grade talisman, an extremely rare lightning-type talisman. It's Technique Method that can severely injure or even kill a Late Qi Refinement Refining cultivator, yet when used against Yan Feng, who was only at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, it only severely injured him.

Could it be that the talisman that Senior Brother Xu sold me was defective? But judging from that lightning bolt just now, it didn't seem like a defective product.

He was actually shocked by the lightning bolt just now; its violent power and swift speed were exactly the kind of power that cultivators should be able to control.

He harbored a hope that one day he too could wield the power of lightning.

One hand holds a grenade, the other controls a corpse.

Cultivating both righteous and evil paths—it's thrilling just to think about it.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through Song Wen's mind, but his hands moved swiftly.

Before Yan Feng could finish speaking, the black sphere in his left hand was thrown out.

"Boom!"

The black sphere suddenly exploded half a meter in front of Yan Feng.

The sudden explosion made Yan Feng's heart tighten; he thought Song Wen had activated some powerful Thunder Method again.

In the end, it was all bark and no bite.

He felt several small pieces of iron pierce his body, but these pieces had very little power; they merely scratched his skin and did not cause him any real harm.

This was only because he had just been hit by the lightning talisman; otherwise, these iron pieces wouldn't have been able to break through his defenses at all.

"So it was just Thunderclap Bomb, how dare they try to use a mortal weapon to attack a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Yan Feng said dismissively.

In his view, Song Wen had run out of ideas.

Yan Feng's eyes flashed like lightning as he locked onto Song Wen, preparing to launch a swift and decisive attack to capture Song Wen.

Just then, he noticed a burning sensation emanating from the metal sheets, and this burning sensation continued to spread.

In just a few breaths, his entire body turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

"Ah..."

Yan Feng let out a series of shrill screams.

He could no longer stand and collapsed to the ground, his body curled up, trembling uncontrollably.

"Ah... Extreme Yin, you despicable villain, you actually used poison?"

As Yan Feng knew very well that he had been poisoned by an extremely vicious and rare poison, which ordinary toxins could not harm him at all.

Cultivators who specialize in poison techniques have a much stronger resistance to toxins than ordinary cultivators.

Seeing Yan Feng's agonizing state, with blood beginning to seep from his seven orifices, Song Wen's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Knowing he was no match for Yan Feng in a direct confrontation, he planned from the start to kill Yan Feng using lightning talismans and poison.

However, the power of the lightning talisman was somewhat weaker than he had expected.

He originally thought the thunder talisman would be enough to kill his opponent, but it turned out to be just a Yan Feng.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan: he coated the Thunderclap Bomb with Heaven-Burning Fire.

The effects of the highly poisonous Heaven-Burning Fire were somewhat beyond expectations; even Yan Feng, who cultivated poison techniques, found it difficult to withstand. Of course, this was also largely due to the fact that Yan Feng was already severely injured when he was poisoned.

Song Wen knew that time was of the essence, and he had no time to waste on Yan Feng.

He flipped his hands, and a Fireball Talisman appeared in each hand.

"Go!"

Two fireballs, each the size of a human head, flew out simultaneously and struck Yan Feng on the head.

Yan Feng's head was blown off in half, and he died instantly.

Song Wen stepped forward, reaching for Yan Feng's Storage Bag with one hand and stabbing his chest with the other.

Having just used the Blood Escape Technique, I consumed a significant amount of my Essence Blood, and now I can replenish it.

As soon Song Wen grasped the Storage Bag, his spiritual power sensed that someone was coming.

They were Yan Feng's fellow clansmen at the Qi Refining Fifth Layer.

"How could it be so fast? It's like a persistent Yin Soul."

Song Wen had no choice but to give up devouring Yan Feng's Essence Blood and turned to leave. However, as he turned, more than twenty small gray dots silently fell around Yan Feng's corpse.

Soon, Song Wen's figure disappeared into the dense forest.

The five people who arrived late heard the sounds of the previous two fighting from afar.

They initially thought Yan Feng, but when they arrived at the location, they found only Yan Feng's mangled corpse left behind.

"How is this possible!"

"Yan Feng has the Qi Refining Sixth Layer of Qi Refining, how could he lose to Extreme Yin who is only at the Qi Refining Third Layer?"

The five men surrounded Yan Feng's corpse, their voices filled with disbelief.

"What should we do now? Even if the Extreme Yin energy kills Yan Feng, the five of us combined might not be able to stop him," one of them said.

The five people surrounded Yan Feng's body and fell into a brief silence.