Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1212 - 1212 63 The Descent of the Demonic Flames Who

Chapter 1212: Chapter 63: The Descent of the Demonic Flames, Who Will Lead the Charge?_3 Chapter 1212: Chapter 63: The Descent of the Demonic Flames, Who Will Lead the Charge?_3 Everyone suddenly understood.

“Now, the only thing I can’t figure out is whether these things must possess someone before they gain combat power or if they inherently possess great combat power? Does their power vary depending on the strength of the person they possess, or do they all have great combat power regardless of the host?”

“It’s unclear whether this eerie presence that possessed Lan Dan seeks to snatch his body or come out to find an opportunity to detach and search for blood food, increasing the soul power in the fog.”

“The most appropriate course, upon discovery, would have been to observe it for a while. That would have clarified their intentions.”

“But I dared not take the risk, given Lan Dan’s enormous strength. Should he be possessed and his body snatched, it would be an unbearable loss for us.”

As Feng Yin spoke, he drew his blade.

The dim grey fog was forced to flee in all directions by him.

It roamed to and fro across Lan Dan’s body.

Lan Dan, from beginning to end, did not move an inch.

Feng Yin said, “Though this is no ghost, it’s not particularly different from the souls in legends in certain aspects.”

Qing Ming said, “Can it be killed?”

Feng Yin said, “After I discovered it, with my techniques, it could have been killed long ago. But I do not know if your techniques can!”

Qing Ming took a step forward and said, “Let me try!”

“Good!”

It was Feng Yin’s intention all along; he was just reluctant to urge everyone to take action, as he was the junior among them.

Feng Yin stepped back.

Qing Ming took his place and thrust his sword forward.

The greyish-white fog instantly dodged, circling from the left shoulder to the right.

But the very next sword thrust caught the fog squarely!

A wave of panic spread, and everyone clearly sensed the fog’s distress.

But quickly, the fog shifted again, returning to Lan Dan’s right shoulder.

Qing Ming’s sword had caused no harm.

Everyone was taken aback.

But Qing Ming had already altered his swordplay, sending out blue Sword Qi that whistled through the air.

“Lan Dan, you’ll have to endure,”

said Qing Ming in a deep voice.

“Go ahead as you please!” Lan Dan remained still.

As Qing Ming’s Sword Qi shifted and changed techniques, finally, with the last type of Sword Qi he tried, the stabbing his sword into the fog, it momentarily dimmed.

A glint of realization crossed Qing Ming’s eyes, and he struck again, though with much less force this time.

The fog trembled and its strength weakened.

But to everyone present, all experienced fighters, this was clear.

After Qing Ming made his move, he shouted, “Yellow Wind, you’re next!”

Then he leapt away.

One after another, the group tried their swords. Knowing such an opportunity was rare, they all proceeded with great caution. Even if they discovered which techniques could harm the strange fog, they refrained from going too far, yielding quickly to the next person.

However, when it was Hidden Blade’s turn, the fifth person including Feng Yin, a faint sound like a popping bubble was heard,

and the fog vanished completely.

A vicious sensation burst forth as if a person were cursing with their dying breath!

Lan Dan’s clothing fluttered, resembling scattered butterflies.

Lan Dan, who had stood motionless as a target, had almost been stripped bare by the strikes of the many great lords!

Although they had all been cautious, Lan Dan’s body was still marked with dozens of wounds.

Green Shadow felt pained and hastily fetched a white robe to dress her husband.

Lan Dan donned the clothes and began to heal, his eyes shining, “How did it go?”

“We’ve gained some insights,”

Qing Ming said with a wry smile. “Still, we don’t know about the others inside. But we’re getting a better idea.”

Feng Yin said, “It’s likely that we were meant to discover this invader; otherwise, they wouldn’t have handed us this experience so conveniently. But this also confirms something for us before their wings are fully grown, without using a human body, they evidently cannot venture out on their own.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, they couldn’t help but feel heavy-hearted.

None had ever faced such a dilemma; the level of the misty entity within was unknown.

While not exactly difficult to manage, it certainly wasn’t easy to deal with.

Especially when such a thing clung to one’s body, it was indeed very hard to detect.

“I suggest we all give ourselves a good shake every half hour,”

Feng Yin advised.

“A good shake!… Hahaha…”

The suggestion was met with stifled laughter.

But after some thought, it seemed… actually a sensible measure?

Imagining future scenarios of everyone shaking vigorously all of a sudden while chatting and drinking tea, clothes puffing out dramatically with the gesture…

The very thought was too comical.

You’d think someone had let out an enormous fart…

…

Qing Ming and the others were discussing the force of their strikes.

What level of force could harm the aberration and what that force equated to in terms of a skilled fighter’s level.

Such circumstances had never arisen before; now every little piece of data was like groping for stones to cross a river.

So every word, every approach needed to be recorded and then organized.

Ten Dark Guards from Cloud Top arrived hastily, transforming into scribes.

Beside them were some officers skilled both in the pen and the sword, organizing the details compiled by the guards into clear and simple text, to be recorded in books.

But this so-called ‘book’ had only just begun!

Merely a few pages had been recorded.

Qing Ming looked at these pages,

then glanced back at the vast expanse of Zichen Lake, sighing deeply.

From nothing, every bit of exploration was arduously diffcult.

Indeed, the bizarre demon troubles had not truly begun.

But…

that was only a matter of time.

And to clearly understand how to combat these demons, to develop a systematic approach—how many sacrifices would it take?

That, nobody could say for certain.

“Who shall lead the way when demon flames descend?”

Qing Ming stood with his hands behind his back, sighing once more.

As a pinnacle being, Qing Ming was over ninety percent certain he would not die.

But the task was not one to be completed by just a few at the peak.

Far from it!

Massive sacrifices were about to begin!

And those stepping forward to sacrifice at such a time were the very best of men!

The base, the cowardly, would not stand forward!

“Such is the way of the world!”

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[End of segment.]