cautious and wouldn't be too hasty.Here's the translation:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!With his divine sense firmly locked onto the movements of the poison insect...The Snake King looked left and right, pointed at the two mountains in the distance, and drew a circle. "The battlefield is limited to the open space between the two mountains. Whoever flies out of range will be considered defeated."
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Qin Sang and the Tieji Demon King both agreed.
Set the rules.
The Serpent King flashed to a mountain peak on the outskirts of the battlefield, watching the battle. Qin Sang and the Demon King of Strings flew into the battlefield.
Between the two mountains, there was an open space, like a platform.
They stood at opposite ends of the battlefield, gazing at each other.
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The aura of the most powerful cultivator in the Xianxia world was radiating outward, their terrifying pressure causing birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains to panic and flee in terror.
The ebony sword is not yet formed.
Qin Sang could only choose other spirit swords as a replacement.
At this time, he had already cast the Heavenly Demon Transformation. With his other hand, he secretly muttered incantations, always ready to summon out the magic banner.
The other party was prepared, so he naturally had to give it his all.
The Demon King's eyes, like a serpent's, were vertical pupils. His gaze was cold and piercing; without any unnecessary expressions, anyone who met his stare would feel a chill run down their spine.
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Whoosh!
Qin Sang's heart stirred. With a flick of his sleeve, a sword light shot out from his fingertips.
The spirit sword swirled around Qin Sang, dancing and whistling through the air. A dazzling array of real and illusory sword light crisscrossed around him.
For a moment, Qin Sang's figure was obscured by the sword light, making it difficult for the naked eye to discern.
This was his first time truly facing an opponent at the Yuan Ying level. He was extremely cautious and didn't choose to strike first. Instead, he planned to react defensively, gauging his opponent's strength first.
The Demonic King of the Machine had known all along that Qin Sang was proficient in swordsmanship. Seeing this, he wasn't at all surprised.
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He gave Qin Sang a cold glance, and suddenly his face was covered with a layer of black air. Then he opened his mouth wide and spat out clumps of black mist.
The black fog was unusually thick, and as soon as it appeared, it quickly spread.
The black mist wasn't intentionally directed at Qin Sang. It first spread rapidly in all directions and then converged, quickly shrouding the entire battlefield within it.
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For a moment, the battlefield was plunged into darkness, as black as pitch.
Where Qin Sang stood, black mist gathered and enveloped him.
At the same time, Qin Sang smelled a hint of sweetness, his expression changed slightly, and he felt a sudden sense of warning. Without hesitation, he closed his mouth and vibrated his true essence, blocking the black mist from contacting him.
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He tried to dispel the black mist, but it kept replenishing endlessly.
The Chain Machine Demon King was a snake demon. This black mist was most likely a supernatural power he had cultivated for many years, containing劇 poison, its toxicity should not be underestimated.
It's good that Fat Silkworm is still awake. Even if the black mist's toxicity was fierce, it wouldn't be much stronger than the three major poisonous grounds of the Qisha Hall. Wearing the poison-proof armor, there's no need to worry at all.
After breaking through to the Yuan Ying stage, Qin Sang tried many times to communicate with the mute and the fat silkworm.
I haven't received a response yet.
The mute is deeper asleep than before.
At first, with the fat silkworm as an anchor point, Qin Sang could feel the fluctuations of the mute goddess' soul. Now that the anchor point is also asleep, there is a deathly silence within the mute goddess.
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Fortunately, there's the soulwood. Otherwise, I don't know if Granny would be able to hold on any longer.
Qin Sang worried about Yug, but he couldn't do anything for the time being. Bai said it might take a long time to refine the Corpse Soul Pearl, so for now, he could only follow Tan Hao's lead and investigate the Heavenly Corpse Sect.
'Sizzle...'
The black mist was indeed beginning to corrode the spirit armor on his body.
Qin Sang secretly nodded, this kind of loss was acceptable, and it wasn't too much of a burden in the short term.
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Though the black mist obscured his vision, it couldn't block his heavenly eye's perception.
Qin Sang looked around and found that the entire battlefield was shrouded in black mist. He secretly felt uneasy, knowing that the Heavenly Machine Demon King had clearly come prepared. The range of the battlefield was also within their calculations.
All this effort shouldn't be just for consuming his own true essence. The black mist likely has other unknown uses.
As this thought crossed his mind, Qin Sang's expression tightened, and he realized the Tiānjié Yāo Wáng had moved.
A figure silently and soundlessly approached.
Deep within the black mist, the Machine Demon King concealed himself exceptionally well, not emitting even a trace of fluctuation.
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Unfortunately, under the Heavenly Eye's divine power, it is destined to be useless.
Clang!
The sound of the sword's cry rose, and the blade suddenly slashed into the depths of the black mist.
Black mist billowed, a dark shadow emerged.
At this time, the demonic king was still some distance away from Qin Sang. Seeing his tracks exposed, a fierce grin flashed across his face, he let out a low growl, and then his speed surged, swooping over like a giant peng spreading its wings.
The speed that the Demon King is showing now even surprised Qin Sang a little.
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“Whoosh!”
Qin Sang's figure flashed, disappearing from sight.
Lightning pierced through the black mist, Qin Sang's first reaction was to cast Lei Dun and temporarily avoid the edge of the blade.
Next, his conjecture was confirmed, and he felt something amiss. While flying through the black mist, he seemed to be restricted by something, experiencing a strange feeling of lag.
On the contrary, the Machine Demon King was much more nimble than before.
The moment Qin Sang made a move, he immediately figured out his direction and gave chase.
At the same time, the black mist surrounding Qin Sang suddenly came alive, twisting into indescribable shapes and entangling him. Although it was quickly shattered, it did have a certain restricting effect.
Thick black smoke billowed, and the two began to compete within it.
The demonic king's escapism technique was actually inferior to Qin Sang's, but within the black mist, he was as comfortable as a fish in water, incredibly agile.
The battlefield was simply too small for Qin Sang to fully unleash the power of his Thunder Escape technique. Moreover, he was hindered by the black mist, and in this stalemate, he couldn't break free from the control of the Chain Demon King.
Qin Sang knew that dragging it out like this would only be detrimental to herself, and it was exactly what the Xieqi demon king wanted.
At this point, Qin Sang abruptly stopped and turned to face the relentless Tieji Demon King behind him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, but instead of summoning his spiritual sword to fight, he charged towards his opponent.
Qin Sang arrived with a flash of electricity, meeting the attack head-on with a powerful punch!
The fist shadow grew larger and larger in the sight of the Tiānjī Yāowáng, like thunder, heading straight for its face.
The Demon King of the Machine's expression changed slightly, then a sneer appeared on his face. He stretched out his right hand, and black mist gathered around his arm incessantly.
In the blink of an eye, his arm transformed like a black snake, twisting grotesquely several times before clamping onto Qin Sang's fist.
'Boom!'
The impact wasn't loud, but this collision was devoid of any flair.
Two figures separated with a clash, flying backwards several dozen feet.
Qin Sang clenched his fists, feeling an influx of Yin energy within him. A tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his shoulders, and he secretly channeled his true essence to disperse it.
He didn't get much of a bargain, and even lost a little.
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The demon king's physical body is truly powerful.
The King of the Mechanical Demons was even more proficient in flesh-and-blood combat techniques.
In comparison, Qin Sang had cultivated for a long time and was accustomed to using swordsmanship and magic weapons to fight enemies. He rarely used his physical body to fight directly. The difference became immediately apparent this time.
The Demon King of the Machine casually shook his arm, looked at Qin Sang, and a smirk appeared on his lips. He had already sensed that Qin Sang's fighting skills were mediocre.
Freeze!
The Mechanical Demon King let out a low growl from his mouth, demonic mist gathering once more and coalescing into black armor on his body. Then, crossing his arms, he flashed forward, closing in on Qin Sang with lightning speed.
At this moment, Qin Sang only saw two snake shadows, containing countless variations!
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