From within the deep Black Gate, a massive silhouette slowly stepped out, surrounded by a surging oppressive aura like waves.
It was a humanoid demon with two curved, jet-black horns on its head, shimring with a cold tallic sheen; its face was completely covered by an intricately hollowed black iron mask, and only two scarlet vertical pupils peered out from the slits, exuding a devouring brutality wherever its gaze swept.
Its body was several tis larger than a normal human, covered with layers of dark brown carapace, and every step it took caused the ground to erode into fine dents, releasing a nauseating rancid odor.
The mont the demon appeared, a terrifying oppressive aura swept across the area like a mountain smashing onto everyone’s hearts.
Everyone’s breath suddenly stopped, their Spiritual Energy in chaos, the young Pill Masters’ legs grew weak, and if not for forcibly maintaining their Spirit Shields, they would have collapsed to the ground.
"Tier Eight demon!" Qin Tian’s eyes grew cold; such formidable evil couldn’t be matched by anyone present, not even him.
For now, the only hope rests with the people of the Judgnt Court.
He believed that the Judgnt Court, having prepared for so long, wouldn’t let them down.
As expected, a clear sword sound broke the silence.
Swish!
A white-robed figure appeared like a lightning flash, his garnts fluttering, surrounded by a faint luminous white aura, forming a stark contrast with the demon’s oppressive aura.
The newcor had an unearthly handso face, wielding a crystal-clear longsword, its blade radiating an icy glow. With a calm gaze, he looked at the demon, releasing a sharp Sword Intent that, like an invisible blade, stung the skin yet instantly cald the frightened crowd.
This was a Tier Eight powerhouse!
"It’s him!" Dongfang Haoyue’s eyes shifted.
"You know him?" Qin Tian asked via soul transmission while still staring at the white-robed swordsman, a strange sense of familiarity rising in his heart, as if he’d seen him sowhere before.
"Yes, his na is Yang Ling, the youngest Black Card Judge in the Judgnt Court." Dongfang Haoyue’s voice echoed in Qin Tian’s mind, "A Tier Eight Spiritualist, Sword Cultivator, with high prestige within the Judgnt Court."
Black Card Judge!
A flash of surprise crossed Qin Tian’s eyes.
He knew the Judgnt Court’s ranking system—from Red Card to Black Card, six major levels, each divided into three stages, requiring tangible achievents to advance.
Black Card signifies the peak of Judges. Every Black Card Judge boasts outstanding power and fad battle achievents, not only needing overwhelming force at their level but also possessing excellent insight, execution ability, and control over the overall situation to establish unprecedented feats in countless dangerous missions.
Yang Ling...
Qin Tian etched this na deeply into his mind.
As Yang Ling appeared, the Black Gate behind the demon surged again, countless bizarre forms of evil creatures continuously erged: so were scaly with horns, forked tongues licking; so had twisted limbs with seven or eight claws; so were entirely transparent, showing only a wriggling shadow... Despite differing appearances, all emitted a rich oppressive aura, each possessing Spiritual Power fluctuations above Tier Six, increasingly nurous, spreading like a tide towards the mountain peak.
Yang Ling’s gaze slightly concentrated, his longsword enveloped in towering Sword Intent, slashing fiercely at the Black Gate.
He intended to directly destroy the spatial portal, severing the source of evil.
"Roar!"
The Tier Eight demon roared, its carapace emitting a dark purple glow, and lifted its hand to strike at the sword blade.
With a loud boom, Sword Intent and Evil Energy violently collided, waves swept across the area, shattering the white jade tiles underfoot into pieces, and debris flew.
Yang Ling’s figure slightly paused, his longsword was forcibly blocked, yet the demon was also shaken back two steps, the two sides were in a temporary stalemate.
Seeing this, and then looking at the endlessly erging evil, the Pill Masters’ faces grew increasingly pale, hearts racing uncontrollably.
They had spent their lives studying alchemy, and although their Spiritual Ability Levels weren’t low, combat was not their forte, with not even a suitable weapon in hand, certainly unable to fight the evil creatures with a dicine cauldron.
Many instinctively gathered together, layering their Spirit Shields again and again, eyes filled with despair and panic.
Yang Ling’s previously calm deanor completely vanished; his brows furrowed slightly, evidently ready to exert his full effort.
At this mont, Qin Tian moved.
His eyes flashed silver suddenly, and the Power of Space around him exploded without warning, invisible spatial ripples spreading from him, instantly reaching the Black Gate. That power was condensed and fierce, as if countless invisible hands grasped the gate, squeezing and tearing fiercely.
Boom!
The originally stable Black Gate distorted violently under the impact of spatial power, emitting a screeching "zizz" sound, then collapsed loudly, transforming into a sky full of tiny spatial fragnts that dissipated.
The evil creatures erging from the gate, half stuck in the dinsional rift, couldn’t scream before being directly shredded into powder by the violent Power of Space, dispersing as wisps of black smoke.
This scene happened in the blink of an eye; everyone’s pupils shrank suddenly, all turning to look at Qin Tian, faces filled with astonishnt and shock.
Is it him?
Qin Tian?
Waves of shock surged in the Pill Masters’ hearts.
Recently, Qin Tian has been the hot topic within the Dan Tower.
His involvent with Dongfang Mingyue and Stuart had long beco the Pill Masters’ talk to relieve alchemy pressures.
Who would have thought, the "gossip protagonist" Major General of the Seventh Bureau possessed such terrifying strength!
"He’s a Space Elent master..." soone exclaid softly.
Although there had been rumors before, claiming Qin Tian had once slain a Tier Seven Holy Blood powerhouse, hearing is believing, seeing is true.
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