Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 560 Sword Soul
Lin Feng's presence allowed the Avengers to move freely within the Land of Fallen Gods without worrying about being besieged by large numbers of ghosts.

As long as he releases the aura of nightmares, those ghostly spirits will scatter and flee like startled birds.

The existence of Gong Xiaoxiao and He Jun allows everyone to enhance their strength with the help of Yin spirits without any side effects.

However, Gong Xiaoxiao's strength was still too weak. Even with He Jun's sacrifice and the transfer of power, she couldn't eat any more after devouring thirteen Yin Souls.

In the darkness of night, sixteen flying dragon steeds raced swiftly through the Land of Fallen Gods.

"It's a bit hard to find, it's been almost half an hour."

Yu Qiao's voice rang out, sounding somewhat impatient.

“If it’s so easy to find, then it’s not precious,” Yun Tianqi said.

At this moment, they are searching for the spirits who possess magical artifacts.

Compared to ordinary spirits, spirits wielding magical artifacts are far more powerful. In addition to being able to merge with a person's body and devour life force, they can also fight with the help of magical artifacts.

These kinds of spirits are extremely rare; even at their pace, they searched for almost half an hour without encountering a single one.

The group roamed so recklessly in the Land of Fallen Gods that if it weren't for the aura of nightmares, they would have been surrounded and drained of their life force by the evil spirits long ago.

"There's still time, no rush."

Lin Feng said that as the surrounding Yin spirits got closer and closer, an extremely bloody and evil terrifying aura appeared. The hundreds of Yin spirits surrounding them were immediately startled and fled without hesitation.

Gong Xiaoxiao was already full, so it wouldn't matter if any ghosts approached.

"Really cold."

Not only the ghosts, but even the people next to Lin Feng trembled and their hair stood on end.

The distant spirits did not sense the nightmare's presence and were therefore unaffected, continuing to approach rapidly.

The number of spirits in the Land of Fallen Gods is enormous, conservatively estimated at tens of thousands.

This is a terrifying number. If the spirits could exist only in the Land of Fallen Gods, these spirits alone would be enough to destroy the Earth.

The Avengers, gathered together, exuded immense heat and vitality, constantly attracting the attention of the ghosts.

Every ten seconds, they would attract a ghost, eventually being surrounded by hundreds of ghosts.

Surrounded by so many evil spirits, even an emperor would be instantly drained into a dried-up corpse.

"coming!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out.

After searching for an hour, the group finally found a ghost wielding a long sword.

The figure of this ghost was very hazy, almost transparent under the cover of night. Only a silver longsword could be seen, hovering two meters above the ground, moving erratically, which looked extremely eerie.

This sword spirit seems to be the leader, with seven ordinary ghosts following around it.

Sensing their presence, the eight spirits gathered in this direction.

"A sword is just right." Lin Feng's voice carried a hint of surprise.

The sword is the king of all weapons and also the most common weapon.

Among the Avengers, the most people use swords, and Lin Feng also uses a sword.

However, his swordsmanship was mediocre, far inferior to that of a sword master, and there was no comparison.

With a powerful sword spirit as a sparring partner, their swordsmanship will definitely reach a new level.

"I'll scare away these ordinary ghosts first. Ye Qiu and Yang Ningbing will unleash their divine-level soul skills. Gong Shan, you communicate with Xiao Xiao and have her try to seal the sword soul later. Make sure she doesn't devour it."

Lin Feng said to Gong Shan.

Miyayama nodded and began to communicate with his sister.

After absorbing the Yin spirit, Gong Xiaoxiao gained considerable benefits. Her mind recovered somewhat, and her gaze was no longer as dull as before. She nestled in her brother's arms, listening obediently to what he was saying.

As the eight ghostly spirits approached menacingly, Lin Feng released his Nightmare Aura, causing the spirits to scatter in terror.

The sword spirit was no exception, but as it fled, a figure suddenly appeared in front of it—it was Ye Qiu.

"I'll try out its swordsmanship first."

Ye Qiu said.

He had already entered his demonic transformation state, his entire body covered in thorny dragon scales. He held a jet-black spear, and with a flick of the spear tip, he thrust it towards the sword spirit like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

The spear was black, and in the darkness, it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Ye Qiu's spear is also a spiritual weapon, but it is a low-level spiritual weapon.

Facing the spear that resembled a venomous snake, the sword spirit unleashed a slash, the sword moving like a dragon, a faint sword light flashing and disappearing in the void.

The sword and the spear tip clashed, sparks flying. The sword blade grazed the spear shaft, leaving a trail of fire, and aimed straight for Ye Qiu's right hand holding the spear.

The sword spirit was incredibly fast, and its attacks were relentless. Not wanting his right hand to be severed, Ye Qiu had no choice but to release his spear, spin around, and use the force of the spin to lash out at his sword with his thorny dragon tail.

With a flick of its illusory right arm, the sword spun around so fast its trajectory was obscured, severing several thorns and leaving a deep wound on Ye Qiulong's tail.

"Amazing."

Yun Kai, who was watching the battle, said with a slight change in expression.

This sword spirit possessed extremely high swordsmanship skills; with a single strike, Ye Qiu's weapon was gone.

Ye Qiu reacted quickly. After losing his weapon, he immediately closed the distance and attacked at close range, but it was to no avail. If it weren't for his strong defense, the dragon's tail would probably have been severed.

Ye Qiu's fighting style is simple. Having lost his weapon, he relies on physical techniques in close combat, and his thorn-covered body is his best weapon.

Faced with a body covered in thorns, the enemy had nowhere to attack.

In close combat, even Ye Xing was at a disadvantage against Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu threw a punch at the sword spirit, which resembled a spiked mace. However, the sword spirit disappeared without Ye Qiu's knowledge, and a longsword appeared behind him. A flash of cold light disappeared, and three sword shadows appeared in the air. Ye Qiu dodged, but two blood lines were still left on his back, and blood continued to flow.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss."

A sharp, dense sound rang out. The sword spirit swung his sword, and the sword light flashed. The sword intent fell like fine rain, which looked very beautiful. However, this beauty was filled with killing intent.

"kill."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Qiu conjured up hundreds of spears that appeared out of thin air and thrust them toward the sword spirit. But faced with the rain of swords, the spears were shredded and disappeared.

"Completely crush them!"

Yun Tianqi said, his tone solemn.

The others also looked grim; this was a battle on a completely different level.

Ye Qiu was completely humiliated.

Without using soul skills, relying solely on weapons and combat techniques, there is absolutely no chance of resistance. Seeing the crowd's astonishment, Lin Feng said:

"In the Land of Fallen Gods, the spiritual artifacts that have been preserved intact to this day are all high-level spiritual artifacts. Those who could use such spiritual artifacts in their lifetime were top-level experts at the level of Upper Spirit King or Upper Martial King, or even Emperor. Do you want to compete with such top-level experts who have lived for hundreds of years in terms of combat skills?"

Even though a sword spirit may not possess much intelligence, it does have a fighting spirit. This is an instinct imprinted deep within its soul, which it does not forget even after death.

Even if the sword spirit's combat skills and techniques are not as good as they were in life, they are still far beyond what they can match.

"Chichi..."

A terrifying sword intent swept through the void, the air whistling. Ye Qiu's body tensed, and he felt a stinging pain between his brows, the feeling of being locked onto by the sword intent.

"laugh!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Ye Qiu's mouth, and his face turned slightly pale.

The sword spirit couldn't attack him; he was already struggling to withstand the sword intent alone. He opened his mouth and spat out a pillar of hellish dragon fire, forcing the approaching sword spirit to retreat.

Hellfire Dragon Flame is a divine-level soul skill, and it is extremely effective against such vengeful spirits. The sword spirit dared not approach any further, and even though it had the upper hand in the previous battle, it still wanted to escape immediately.

Ye Xing and the others stepped forward one after another, all wanting to test the power of the Sword Soul and see just how strong it was.
They fought five against one, yet they were still unable to defeat the sword spirit, and two of them were even injured.

"Alright, stop playing around, you're no match for them," Lin Feng said.

"Difficult to deal with, too strong."

The rest of the group retreated with helpless expressions.

Sword spirits are incredibly fast, and their bodies are ethereal. They are immune to any physical attacks and most soul skills. If you stab them, they won't care at all and can even use your attack to close the distance. Their attack methods are extremely unpredictable.

In direct combat, without using soul skills, no one can defeat a sword soul.

If the sword spirit escapes, it will be even more difficult to stop it.

To kill a ghost, one must allow it to merge into the body and engage in a protracted battle using the power of one's vital energy.

Compared to the Yin spirits, the sword spirits with spiritual weapons are smarter, have superior combat skills, and possess high-level spiritual weapons. Even a king would find it impossible to hunt them down.

Even top-tier players wouldn't dare to have such thoughts.

The blood and energy of a king far surpass those of a ninth-rank official. When they enter the Land of Fallen Gods, they are like a shining sun if they do not have special means of concealment.

If exposed, it will instantly attract a large number of soul skills and be besieged by hundreds of yin spirits.

This is also why the extraordinary kings and emperors dare not enter the Land of Fallen Gods at night.

Unless hundreds of kings construct a barrier, as in a settlement, it is impossible to withstand the attack of the ghosts.

"Lightning tribulation".

Lin Feng looked at Yang Ningbing and said something.

Yang Ningbing nodded, her gaze falling on the sword spirit, and she waved her white bone staff.

"Zizzi"

Streaks of lightning danced around Yang Ningbing's body.

In the dim sky, thunderclouds rapidly gathered and spun continuously, scattering crimson arcs of lightning as they rotated. The terrifying pressure seemed to freeze the air currents.

The sword spirit looked up at the sky and felt a terrifying pressure. It frantically swung its longsword, sword energy crisscrossing, and streaks of sword light opened up an escape route.

Since no one stopped it, what harm was there in letting it escape?

The divine-level soul skill [Lightning Tribulation] is unavoidable; the only option is to withstand it.

A loud "boom!"

A thick, red bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the dark night sky, falling with a shrill cry and an earth-shattering force.

The destructive body crashed down, causing the space to tremble and distort, and filling the air with a pungent, acrid smell.

The sword spirit tried to escape, but found its body was imprisoned.

Before the crimson lightning had even truly struck, the ground centered on the sword spirit immediately caved in and sank, with rocks shattering into powder.

The sword spirit could only wield the spirit sword in its hand, and a huge sword shadow carrying a terrifying sword intent slashed towards the red lightning.

The sword shadow and the lightning collided and vanished simultaneously.

Five seconds later, another crimson lightning bolt struck down.

Five bolts of lightning struck, and the sword shadow appeared five times. The ground was a mess, with a large crater seven or eight meters wide and more than two meters deep.

As the thunderclouds in the sky dissipated, the figure of the sword spirit in the pit became extremely dim, and wisps of black flames were burning its body.

While being targeted by the lightning tribulation, Ye Qiu also launched an attack.

When faced with the lightning tribulation attack, the sword soul was completely unable to defend against Ye Qiu's hellfire.

The Yin energy on the sword spirit's body continuously resisted the high temperature of the hellfire.

When the hellfire disappeared, the sword spirit's illusory body almost vanished, and the longsword in its hand appeared dull and lifeless.

"Okay, we can start."

Lin Feng looked at Gong Shan and said.

"Little one, remember it's 'seal,' not 'devour,' it's 'seal'!"

Miyayama had been talking to his sister for a while, but he was still worried and gave her a few more words of advice. He also seemed a little nervous.

Gong Xiaoxiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite, and walked towards the sword spirit. The sword spirit was powerless at this moment, and the spiritual weapon in its hand could no longer be controlled. It fell to the ground, the sword ringing out as if calling for its master.

At this moment, the sword spirit no longer cared about its magical weapon; it only wanted to escape. However, every now and then, an arc of electricity would strike its body, making its already illusory body even more transparent.

"Alright, it would be a shame to break them apart."

Lin Feng said something, and Yang Ningbing stopped attacking.

Gong Xiaoxiao had already appeared in front of Jian Hun. Just like before, she directly pulled Jian Hun into her body like eating a spicy snack.

"Spirit Absorption, Seal!"

Fearing his younger sister might forget, Miyayama reminded her again.

This time, Gong Xiaoxiao's speed in absorbing Yin Souls was significantly faster; the sword soul disappeared in just a few dozen seconds.

Under everyone's gaze, Gong Xiaoxiao looked bewildered, not knowing what to do, until her brother kept waving his hand to signal her, then she blinked and summoned a phantom.

That's exactly what the Sword Soul looks like.

The once illusory sword spirit had turned into a deep black, looking just like a shadow.

(End of this chapter)