To struggle, is that not what I must do? If Qian Jin can fight desperately, why can’t I? Duan Feng’er, with his warrior’s bloodline, always carried an inherent loftiness. Though this pride did not manifest as scorn towards ordinary fighters, the glory of the bloodline warrior remained deeply ingrained.

I will not lose! Duan Feng’er never wanted to be defeated by anyone, Qian Jin included! The moment his bloodline power reawakened, the formation of his Battle Soul was infused with the very emotions he yearned to unleash—unrestrained and wild.

In an instant! Duan Feng’er vanished from where he stood!

The Undead grasped at empty air, a distinct flicker of surprise and confusion crossing its pupils.

Duan Feng’er reappeared behind the Undead! This time, even Qian Jin hadn't clearly perceived the method of Duan Feng’er’s movement.

Or perhaps, Duan Feng’er hadn't moved at high speed at all; it was instantaneous teleportation! Just like the mythical Blinking Movement!

Hands that seemed to sprout fangs, like the jaws of a war wolf opening for a slaughter, bit down viciously toward the back of the Undead’s neck!

The aura of the Soul Domain! Qian Jin’s brow twitched violently. Yes! In that split second of Duan Feng’er’s movement, he had felt the scent of the Soul Domain! What was going on?

Bang! The Undead twisted impossibly mid-air, half of its neck struck and immediately caved in! The Undead’s power was merely the strength of the initial Tu Cha, not the true might of Tu Cha in his Half-Saint state; its protective barrier at the neck was comparatively fragile.

The tremendous impact slammed the Undead crashing to the ground. Qian Jin unleashed the Raging Lotus Fighting Technique without reservation, his legs exploding with force. His Violent Soul Domain propelled him forward with a speed that scarcely ceded an inch to Duan Feng’er. His Sabreslash Blade, imbued with the Sea-Slicing Strike, carried a power greater than even the day he fought Uncle Enlake in the Boundless World.

Pfft! The Undead couldn't fully evade; an arm, along with the shoulder, was cleanly sheared off. Yet, no blood flowed from within its body!

Qian Jin flipped the Sabreslash Blade again. The Gold-Splitting Chains of Slashes transformed into a hundred cuts descending from diverse angles. The Undead was momentarily startled by Qian Jin’s attack. It had assumed its lack of bleeding would shock the opponent, allowing it to counterattack and seize the advantage. It had not expected this opponent to be utterly indifferent to the presence or absence of blood.

The Undead stamped its feet, causing the earth to shake repeatedly beneath it. Its body retreated at high speed, its raw strength manifesting in speed equal to Qian Jin’s.

Duan Feng’er’s form landed precisely beside Qian Jin. He waved a hand in the air, and Qian Jin vanished into thin air!

Immediately afterward, Qian Jin’s body manifested behind the Undead. The Gold-Splitting Chains of Slashes from the Sabreslash Blade formed a peerless net of blades that not even a mosquito could evade!

As the blade’s momentum gathered, the killing intent in Qian Jin’s hand surged, seeming to draw all surrounding brightness down into darkness, leaving only the brilliant gleam of his battle saber shedding blinding light. The Gold-Splitting Chains of Slashes, powered by the Iron-Arm Mantis bloodline, were pushed to their absolute limit. The saber hacked and slashed, successive arcs of blade energy tearing through the air, carving out a string of piercing, ear-splitting shrieks, like the lamentations of a phantom in the pitch-black night.

For a moment, everyone, even Mo Du, felt as if they had been transported to a desert night, surrounded by hundreds of wolves howling their praise to the heavens.

The insignia on the Undead’s forehead once again radiated a brilliant ash-gray light. Its body rapidly desiccated, yet its Battle Qi strength climbed once more toward an even greater peak…

Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft…

In the blink of an eye, the Undead’s body was disintegrated into countless small pieces.

Qian Jin stood stunned on the ground, gazing at the Sabreslash Blade in his hand, then at Duan Feng’er not far opposite him—tired, yet brimming with happy excitement.

The Soul Domain! Yes! Qian Jin felt goosebumps erupt across his entire body from excitement. Duan Feng’er hadn't even reached Sainthood, yet he possessed a Soul Domain!

How could this be? Qian Jin swallowed hard, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked at Duan Feng’er. He himself had achieved this after killing Yan Wanliefeng of the Iron-Arm Mantis bloodline. Yan Wanliefeng had been in a Half-Saint state, nearly possessing the seed of a Soul Domain, and had then infused all his Battle Souls and techniques into Qian Jin’s body as a gift.

As a result, that broken Battle Soul, the spirit and glory of the Iron-Arm Mantis bloodline, and the potential Soul Domain seed—which hadn't yet developed its abilities—had stimulated the Third Battle Heart. This caused the Third Battle Heart to mutate, and now, that seed, lacking a mature Soul Domain, had, at this moment—due to the Third Battle Heart or some other factor—given rise to the Violent Soul Domain.

What about Duan Feng’er? Qian Jin looked at him, puzzled. Even if he had devoured a significant amount of Tu Cha’s power and blood, at most he should have only awakened his bloodline power, right? How could… even the rudimentary form of a Soul Domain appear?

“This must be the Soul Domain, or perhaps its nascent form?” Duan Feng’er stared at his own hands. “My Soul Domain ability is actually instant teleportation? Yes! It must be because I swallowed that little snake, right?”

Duan Feng’er recalled the moment, a small snake Battle Soul that had entered his body seeming intent on dominating it. While highly effective, it felt like it was gestating within him, promising invincible power once fully born.

But precisely at that juncture, its dominance provoked the displeasure of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Sovereign. The stimulation awakened the bloodline power, which then engaged in a battle with the little snake Battle Soul. In the end, the snake was torn apart, but the thing it was gestating remained within the Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Soul, and under the impact of these two forces, it began to grow rapidly.

Duan Feng’er had heard Qian Jin explain the Soul Domain. At that moment, he quickly judged it to be the precursor to a Soul Domain, swiftly unleashing its capability. The result was his appearance behind his opponent, thus confirming his own Soul Domain ability.

“It can actually teleport others,” Duan Feng’er exclaimed excitedly, looking at his hands. He had risked teleporting Qian Jin just now, and it had actually succeeded! If they fought cooperatively in the future, what terrifying destructive power might they unleash?

Qian Jin looked happily at Duan Feng’er. It seemed he wasn't the only freak around; Duan Feng’er, without reaching Sainthood, also possessed a Soul Domain?

“Luck, pure luck,” Duan Feng’er sighed repeatedly. If the opponent hadn't been a Profound Serpent Bloodline Martial Artist, if the opponent hadn't been severely wounded already, if the opponent hadn't somehow nurtured a new Battle Soul during his desperate final moments, and if he himself hadn't been a Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior.

The two possessed serpentine bloodline powers—one Emperor-ranked, one King-ranked—sharing too many commonalities. If the opponent hadn't shared a serpentine bloodline, perhaps the nascent form of a Soul Domain would never have materialized.

A gamble risked with one’s life meant either ruin or staggering victory.

Losing meant forfeiting everything, perhaps even life itself.

Winning meant overnight riches, achieving legendary status barely conceivable in dreams.

Duan Feng’er had risked his life. If that Tu Cha had possessed any residual power to fight back, even after being swallowed, Duan Feng’er might have been instantly killed by a counterattack. If Tu Cha’s recovery rate had been slightly faster, or the Battle Soul within him slightly stronger, his body would surely have been torn apart even after ingestion.

Unfortunately, none of the ‘ifs’ materialized. Duan Feng’er’s great gamble yielded immense success. He had risen again from the middle-to-lower tier of strength in his squad, now boasting power equal to, or even surpassing, Qian Jin’s.

Instant Movement! Lucifer Flow stared blankly at Duan Feng’er. This specialized magic, which required the coordination of countless mages and a massive magic array to activate, was this man’s Soul Domain! This was one of the top-tier Soul Domains! If he truly matured in the future…

Lucifer Flow felt an impulse to strike down Duan Feng’er right there. While a Soul Domain like this might not equate to true invincibility, on the future Human-Demon battlefields, countless Martial Artists would surely perish by his hand.

In time, Duan Feng’er was destined to become a ruthless warrior whose hands were stained with demon blood.

With his Battle Soul power, the nascent Soul Domain, and the hybrid form of his two special eyes, Duan Feng’er felt as mighty as a Half-Saint himself.

“Half-Saint…” Lucifer Flow sighed repeatedly. Even if Duan Feng’er’s Battle Qi strength might not yet reach that of a Half-Saint, possessing a Battle Soul plus a Soul Domain meant his true destructive power was in no way inferior to a Half-Saint; he could even contend with one.

Chekfurit raised a thumb toward Duan Feng’er and stated calmly, “Soon, I will catch up to you.”

“Catch up to me?” Duan Feng’er looked at Qian Jin. “You should catch up to your comrade first. If the environment weren't so unsuitable, I genuinely wish to spar with my comrade and determine who is currently number one in the squad.”

Possessing the Instant Movement Soul Domain, the hybrid of his dual eyes, and surging strength, Duan Feng’er’s confidence in defeating Qian Jin swelled to an unprecedented level.

“You want to control me!”

Mùnè Zhēncè let out an enraged roar, drawing everyone’s attention back.

On top of the massive coffin, Mùnè Zhēncè extended one hand, gripping the metal sphere, which was the size of a human head, and began to pull it outward with sheer force.

Behind this metal object, countless tendrils had grown—hundreds of vessels resembling blood vessels, all connecting the metal sphere to the gigantic metal coffin.

The instant the metal sphere separated slightly from the coffin, the massive metal coffin erupted with an indescribable, chilling aura. Layers of ash-gray power emerged around it, as if some colossal, slumbering demon beast was finally stirring to true wakefulness.

These swirling gray energies coalesced into a gigantic demonic face, cycling rapidly through expressions of agony, rage, ferocity, and madness… all manner of negative emotions played across the features.

Piercing, mournful screams emanated from the ash-gray aura. It whirled violently around Mùnè Zhēncè, like countless aggrieved souls clinging to him, attempting to tear his spirit from his body and deliver it into the embrace of that mysterious star.

The hundred surrounding coffins trembled slightly, and wisps of ash-gray energy rapidly flowed toward the giant coffin, merging with the demonic face formed by the aura. They writhed, seeming on the verge of becoming true physical entities.

Mùnè Zhēncè held the metal sphere in one hand and braced himself against the coffin with the other, struggling to pull the metal sphere completely free. Its integration with the coffin was far more tenacious than anticipated.