The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World
Chapter 407: The Power of Netherfire Devouring Flame

True Master Yin's spiritual artifacts were few in number. Having fought fiercely with the Netherfire King and later with the White Bone and Black Wind True Master, his artifacts had been severely damaged. Then, before he could catch his breath, he had been struck by a barrage from the ships of the Yellow Spring Island.

One of his lower-grade spiritual artifacts had been destroyed and the other severely damaged. He hadn't had the time to nurture them with nascent soul essence. Now, he was forced to use his finest magic treasures in a hurry. He was confident that just a brief moment of defense would allow him to take the time needed to slay this unworthy disciple!

Chu Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head. True Master Yin had reached Deity Transformation after all, he was incredibly hard to kill. Even though Chu Xuan had seized the advantage of surprise, all he had done was add a few more injuries to True Master Yin. He hadn't been able to land a fatal blow.

The depth of True Master Yin's Spiritual Qi was too great. With a sudden burst of power, he had sent the Evil Soul Chain and other magic treasures flying. Since the Evil Soul Chain was his life-bound treasure, any injury to it caused him to feel pain, and blood seeped from his mouth.

Had True Master Yin's artifacts not been so severely damaged, the tides of battle would likely have reversed by now. But besides his magic treasures and spells, Chu Xuan still had other means at his disposal.

With a wave of his hand, the Ice God Pillar exploded. Countless shards of ice filled the entire cave, swirling toward True Master Yin.

The Black Yin Pearl, floating near True Master Yin, spun rapidly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The ice shards collided with the spinning Black Yin Pearl, each one being blocked by its powerful defenses.

"This brat... when did he learn all these tricks?" True Master Yin muttered to himself, his tension easing a little, though doubt still gnawed at him. Just as he began to gather his Spiritual Qi for a retaliatory strike that he believed would end Chu Xuan's life, an overwhelming sense of danger surged through him. He wasn't one to doubt his instincts. Without hesitation, he manipulated the Black Yin Pearl, sending it spinning even faster to block any incoming attacks.

However, before he could react further, a massive invisible hand of spiritual sense suddenly slammed into his sea of consciousness. The Nascent Soul-grade spiritual sense secret technique—Sky-Tearing Cold Palm!

At that moment, excruciating pain tore through True Master Yin's mind. He felt as though his primordial spirit was being pulled apart, with two massive hands tugging it in opposite directions.

If not for his being a Deity Transformation cultivator, with his soul having already transformed into primordial spirit and his spiritual sense greatly enhanced, that blow would have likely shattered him entirely. As it stood, he was on the verge of a serious spiritual injury!

True Master Yin gritted his teeth, fighting to hold his ground against the mental onslaught.

True Master Yin let out a low grunt and immediately retreated, his mind whirling with alarm. He quickly invoked a spiritual sense technique, surrounding his primordial spirit with a thick, protective wall to resist any further spiritual attacks.

"Chen Jin could never have such a powerful spiritual sense... Who are you?!" True Master Yin growled, his voice a mix of rage and disbelief.

At that moment, everything fell into place for him. No matter how strong Chen Jin was, he couldn't have displayed such power. The Spiritual Qi, magic treasures, and especially the spiritual sense that had just assaulted him—it all far exceeded the power of most Nascent Soul cultivators, even those at the ninth level!

True Master Yin had never encountered such a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator in his life. Not even the Holy Sons cultivated by major sixth-tier sects like the Heaven Shaking Divine Sect possessed such strength!

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Chu Xuan, however, remained silent. He focused his spiritual sense into a massive palm that shot forward, a technique known as the Great Devouring Palm.

Each time the palm struck, a part of True Master Yin's spiritual sense was consumed, gradually turning it into Chu Xuan's own power. With every encounter, True Master Yin could feel his spiritual sense slipping away, a sensation he had never experienced before. A technique that could steal another's spiritual sense in the midst of combat—it was utterly foreign to him.

"Damn... damn...!" True Master Yin's anger and fear grew.

He tried to regain control of the fight, but every time he attempted to use his Spiritual Qi to cast a spell, his old injuries flared up, draining his energy and distracting him. After just a few exchanges, True Master Yin noticed that his thoughts were becoming sluggish, his Spiritual Qi flow was stalling.

"Did you poison me?!" he suddenly blurted out in disbelief. He was a master of poison, a cultivator renowned for his expertise in toxins. He controlled his subordinates with poison, using it as a tool to maintain his dominance. Yet now, he was the one who had fallen victim to poison.

"I'm impressed by the expertise of a Deity Transformation cultivator in poison. I've used twenty-seven different poisons, but only three have taken effect," Chu Xuan said with a tsk, his voice filled with admiration.

True Master Yin's face turned pale.

Twenty-seven poisons? When did he do that?

"Damn..." True Master Yin gritted his teeth, feeling the mounting pressure. With no other choice, he summoned another top-tier magic treasure.

This time, it was a headband encrusted with red jade. The moment it appeared, it automatically placed itself atop his head.

In that instant, Chu Xuan could sense a heavy, solid red wall emerging within True Master Yin's sea of consciousness. The man's spiritual sense retreated behind this new fortress, its defenses impenetrable. No matter how Chu Xuan attacked, the wall held firm, rendering his Great Devouring Palm useless. He could no longer drain True Master Yin's spiritual sense.

Chu Xuan glanced at the red jade headband and immediately guessed that it was a magic treasure specifically designed to defend against spiritual sense attacks. He unleashed over a dozen Sky-Tearing Cold Palm, each strike crashing into the barrier.

True Master Yin, on the other hand, was increasingly alarmed. To his shock, he noticed cracks beginning to form on the headband. Not just one, but several!

The red jade headband had only been able to block a handful of spiritual sense attacks, and already it was showing signs of damage. This Nascent Soul cultivator—his spiritual sense was rapidly approaching the level of a Deity Transformation cultivator!

Creeeak!

The cracks deepened, and before long, the headband shattered entirely.

True Master Yin's face drained of color as he staggered back in retreat, trying to regain his footing.

Chu Xuan, seizing the moment, advanced, continuing his relentless barrage. But just as he moved forward, True Master Yin suddenly flashed a strange, almost triumphant smile. He raised his palm, and an array plate appeared in his hand.

Chu Xuan's expression shifted slightly. He immediately summoned the White Bone Stele to protect himself. As expected, the next moment, a chilling, bone-piercing wind exploded from the array, sweeping through the room.

The wind was especially deadly in this confined environment, amplified by the claustrophobic nature of the cave. This was a defensive formation True Master Yin had set up—an internal array, something far more unusual than the typical arrays meant for external defense!

Fortunately, Chu Xuan reacted quickly. With the White Bone Stele shielding him, he was unaffected by the poisonous winds.

True Master Yin, however, couldn't help but marvel at Chu Xuan's constantly evolving tactics.

Without missing a beat, True Master Yin summoned the Black Yin Pearl, unleashing a torrent of poisonous Yin energy to envelop Chu Xuan. This was the true power of the Black Yin Pearl: it could both defend and attack by releasing toxin-laden Yin energy to poison its enemies.

Just as True Master Yin gritted his teeth, preparing to use his damaged magic treasures for a final, deadly strike, a strange sound caught his attention—the unmistakable flapping of wings.

Not just one pair, but many.

It suddenly hit him. The first attack on his neck, the one involving a steel-like wire—it had been the work of some kind of insect. That meant... Chu Xuan had likely been breeding more of them!

True Master Yin's face turned ashen, and he quickly activated the Black Yin Pearl, spinning it rapidly in front of him to block the incoming swarm. But he was still a step too slow.

The swarm of blood bees, which Chu Xuan had secretly scattered throughout the cave, suddenly surged into action. He had deliberately allowed them to remain motionless in the corners, biding their time.

Now that True Master Yin's Black Yin Pearl was distracted, it was the perfect moment for the blood bees to strike.

"Spit fire!" Chu Xuan's voice rang out, unyielding and commanding.

In an instant, over a thousand fire bees emerged, each one unleashing a jet of black-red flames.

In the blink of an eye, True Master Yin was consumed by the Netherfire Devouring Flame.

Within the fiery storm, the shrill cries of agony echoed, filling the air as True Master Yin struggled against the flames, his body slowly being engulfed.