Starting with the Broken-Winged Frost Butterfly: Beast Taming

Chapter 82 The Night Is Coming

It is now the early morning of the fourth day.

In the low valleys and deep caves, the dead roared, vengeful spirits lingered, drums beat incessantly, and shouts of battle filled the sky.

Something appeared in Qin Tao's hand.

It was a bottle of pollen, closely related to a certain complete plant. As it fell, it resembled a shooting star streaking across the sky, its dreamlike light flashing and disappearing in an instant.

"Rustling sound!!"

The black rosebuds absorbed pollen, and their dark red color was coated with a layer of silver.

It is like a spirit in the night, its silvery light swirling and its dazzling brilliance concealing a deadly intent that tears at the soul beneath its magnificent petals.

The vines, as thick as bowls, swelled inch by inch like muscles, and a powerful demonic aura surged forth.

Then, the oppressive force spread outwards in layers, causing the rock walls to crack and creak, and rubble to crash down.

Inside the cave, even air currents swirled, revolving around the Inkthorn Rose Demon, its aura overwhelmingly powerful.

"boom!"

The nearly transformed Mo Ji Mei Yao wiped out hundreds of vengeful spirits with a single casual strike!

The Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner, its fury reaching its peak, shook violently, releasing a tyrannical spiritual wave that confined the cave.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The ground trembled, and the dark miasma condensed into tangible soul locks, crisscrossing and entangled the void.

Centered on the banners, resentful mists shrouded all directions, and eerie ghostly shadows enveloped the Inkthorn Rose Demon.

Dark Soul Binding—a technique that binds the soul of its prey, rendering it unable to move.

The Shadow of Death forcibly severs the prey's senses, including sight, hearing, smell, and touch—leaving only boundless darkness and endless wails before its eyes.

Both of these moves are the Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner's trump cards; once used, bloodshed is inevitable!

"Hana-hime!"

The attack method of the Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner was too strange, and Wei Dan, Yuwen Qingtian, Meng Baixuan and others were filled with worry.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The whip of thorns pierced the air, and a slender vine, hidden in the shadows, suddenly wrapped around the flagpole of the Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner.

"How could this be!?"

The Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner was caught off guard. Even though the Mo Ji Mei Yao was a plant, her senses should have been closed. How could she accurately lock onto her own body in the ensuing battle?

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, as if he had fallen into an empty room, and his vision was plunged into nothingness.

"This is impossible!" it roared.

Each vengeful spirit was an extension of its eyeball, and now it had been severed—this incredible yet strangely familiar feeling...

"My skill—it actually backfired on me?"

Opposite her, Qin Tao stood quietly, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, her purple eyes shimmering with a natural, captivating charm.

She looked at Zhu Ran, her pupils shimmering with an eerie light, her innocence and beauty blending seamlessly.

Zhu Ran understood that look in his eyes.

"Sharing Prosperity and Decline" is one of the core skills of the Inkthorn Rose Fairy. It links to a target and shares each other's negative status. If one party is seriously injured, it may even absorb the other party's life essence to nourish itself.

As a result, the Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner lost its senses and was forced to experience its own ultimate technique.

Now, it has indirectly lost the blessing of the vengeful spirits. How is this any different from a bird having its wings pulled out or a tiger having its claws and teeth broken?

"Xuexi!"

In the blink of an eye, the butterfly wings gathered their power and unleashed a fierce, cold light in its crystal-clear, multicolored eyes.

In the next instant, ice spikes, frost bullets, ice walls—ice magic was unleashed.

"Tuntun!"

Zhu Ran parted his lips slightly, revealing clear, bright, icy blue pupils, like two crystals embedded in their sockets, with a fleeting glint of cold light in his eyes.

"roar!!"

The leaking turtle let out a loud cry, carrying Zhu Ran on its back. Golden current surged out from the cracks in its shell, shining like the holy light of the sun, sweeping everywhere.

"ah--"

Without the control of the Myriad Souls Banner of Profound Yin, those vengeful spirits ran rampant.

As the frost swept by, ice crystals condensed on the soul, as if it were sealed in glass, and shattered in an instant.

The electric current raged, sending up wisps of black smoke, before the piercing shriek abruptly ceased.

"We can't let them erode our leader's essence!"

The skull staff panicked, unleashing a rain of bone arrows that drew pale white trails in the air.

The bone blade spun and sliced, countless crescent-shaped white bones cutting through the airflow, forming a torrent of bones that crashed madly towards the leaky turtle.

"Thump! Thump thump! Thump thump thump!"

The drum, pounded with blood, lit up with streaks of crimson light, and thick blood vapor surged and billowed along the drum surface.

The drums thundered, filled with restless anger, crashing against the battlefield again and again, attempting to disrupt the flames and the leaking turtle.

"Whoosh!"

The wings of the Frost Angel suddenly extended, unleashing a chilling wave. Crystalline ice shards were formed in the void, fluttering like butterflies. Xue Xi successfully blocked most of the bone arrows and blades, providing crucial support.

"It's ready, dispel the spell!" Zhu Ran transmitted his voice.

At this moment, cold currents and lightning alternated, and the vengeful spirits withered away, leaving very few remaining.

Mo Ji Mei Yao immediately unlocked the "Shared Prosperity and Decline" spell.

In an instant, the Xuan Yin Myriad Souls Banner regained its vision and all its senses were restored.

The ensuing fatigue and weakness, like cold spring water gushing from the depths of the earth, overwhelmed its banner.

"No! My wealth accumulated over a hundred years!" Xuan Yin Wan Hun Ban cried out in despair.

The banner fluttered in the wind, like a tattered piece of cloth, its spirit dimmed, no longer possessing the fierce and overwhelming aura it once had.

"He only has himself to blame." Zhu Ran smiled coldly.

As he said this, he sensed that his spiritual energy was no longer flowing outwards, but locked within his body, and his mind was at unprecedented peace.

"The theft has stopped?" Meng Baixuan was overjoyed.

Her supplies were about to run out, and if she were two or three minutes later, she would have to retrieve her pet and activate the Taiping Stone Pendant at the same time.

Otherwise, the final outcome would likely be that they would be divided up by the three beast brothers, with their blood, bones, and soul belonging to none of them.

"Good! Good! Good!" Gui Zizhi gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, his limbs feeling heavy as if they were bound with lead.

But at this moment, he burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming with the exhilaration of surviving a disaster.

"You send it on its way, and I'll hold off the undead."

Qin Tao suddenly turned around, facing the skull staff. Black thorns grew taller and taller around her, and dark red flower buds bloomed one after another, filling the air with a rich fragrance.

Zhu Ran nodded. Little Butterfly was undaunted by the drumbeats of blood, and Tun Tun was able to subdue the evil soldiers. Victory in this battle was assured!

"Sizzle—sizzle!"

Broken-winged frost butterflies hovered in the sky, blocking the retreat route of the Xuan Yin Wan Hun Banner.

The leaking tortoise scrambled forward quickly, then suddenly a flash of lightning appeared, propelling it thirty meters before crashing into the flagpole of the Mysterious Yin Myriad Souls Banner.

"Big brother!" the skull staff cried out anxiously.

"Thump thump thump thump!" The drum of blood beat wildly and violently, like a heart about to explode, as if in a frenzy.

"Ahhh"

The thunder had already closed in, and the golden arc tore through the last wisp of resentment, crashing down onto the banner.

The Xuan Yin Myriad Souls Banner's mournful roar suddenly rose in pitch, then quickly subsided, leaving only a faint gasp, like a candle flickering in the wind, before finally saying, "Don't think you've won—"

"The ancient kingdom of war harbors slumbering, deadly weapons that are far more terrifying than you can imagine —"

"This battle is far from over—my death will usher in eternal night—"