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Qin Sang's gaze moved between the fat chicken and Leiqiu. The fat chicken itself was very powerful, and it could also wield Leiqiu. Under the fat chicken's eyelids, it would be unwise to forcefully snatch the Wuxiang Blood Mulberry.
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After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang's mind was filled with a daring plan.
He stirred the Ten Directions Hell Banner, and soul threads formed a vast net. Layers of black fire surged like giant waves towards Fatty Chicken.
Faced with the menacing Yin Soul Threads, Fatty Chicken showed no fear. His round eyes whirled excitedly, gleaming like a child who had finally found his toy.
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The plump chicken stood at the edge of Jade Pool, as still and imposing as a great general. It raised one small wing and pointed it at Qin Sang.
The chicken wings shone with silver light, and a bolt of lightning shot out.
"Boom!"
Thunderstorms and black fire clash.
Even without using the power of the Thunderball, the peak strength of a Demon Spirit Realm powerhouse was formidable. Qin Sang exerted all his effort to maintain the large formation, black fire erupting, slowly and painstakingly swallowing the thunderous storm.
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When Qin Sang finally exhausted the storm, he suddenly realized that Fatty Chicken's figure had disappeared from the edge of the Jade Pond at some point.
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Qin Sang was startled but not panicked. Without a second thought, he calmly redirected the Yin Soul Threads and commanded the black fire to charge towards his left side.
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'Splat!'
A chubby figure was blasted out of the void by black fire, rolling in mid-air before flapping its tiny wings and finally managing to stand steady.
Between the fat chicken's feathers, lightning flowed. The Thunder Escape hadn't been completed yet when Qin Sang discovered it.
The black fire roared, its flames surging high as it continued to chase the plump chicken.
The fat chicken was forced by the black fire to roll and dodge in the air, suddenly let out a loud cry.
From the thunder ball, countless bolts of lightning shot out suddenly. However, instead of attacking the Black Fire to rescue Fat Chicken, they charged straight towards the Ten Directions Yama Array, aiming directly at Qin Sang.
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This fat chicken isn't stupid, it knows to rescue Zhao by attacking Wei.
Qin Sang sighed inwardly, realizing that a secret escape to Chencang was out of the question.
The lightning released by the thunderball was extremely fast, arriving in an instant. Qin Sang acted swiftly as well, decisively abandoning his attempt to sneak into Jade Pool and retreated rapidly.
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The fat chicken dodged the danger, tilting its little head as if wondering why Qin Sang could have found it.
Actually, Qin Sang had been observing the battle between Tun Lei Hai and the two Yuan Ying cultivators outside. He already understood Tun Lei Hai's abilities, and he had anticipated how Fatty Chicken would respond.
Qin Sang's combat experience far surpassed Fatty Chicken's, but unfortunately, the gap in their strength was too great. Fatty Chicken's cultivation base was there for all to see, and with his demonic beast bloodline, his fighting instincts were not weak either.
Furthermore, with the existence of thunderballs that disrupt balance, even the highest level of combat experience cannot be translated into victory.
The fat chicken did not use its thunderball to directly kill Qin Sang. Instead, it reared its head and spat out a bolt of lightning. Then, its figure vanished once more.
Qin Sang cursed inwardly, the fat chicken was using him as a sparring partner to hone their combat skills.
The red pill in his hand burned like a death warrant, and Qin Sang couldn't stay with the fat chicken forever.
With a thought, Qin Sang stopped dodging and directly commanded the black fire to clash head-on with the fat chicken.
'Bang! Bang!'
Booming sounds echoed from the cave dwelling.
The Fat Chicken was elusive, truly deserving of its name, Swallowing Thunder Falcon. Even as a newborn cub, its mastery over thunder was astonishingly skilled. This talent made Qin Sang incredibly envious.
The Ten Directions Yama Array trembled, but Qin Sang stood still. He acted as a target, letting the fat chicken pummel him.
This is just a test.
The fat chicken hadn't used its Thunderball yet, but it was very powerful. With just a few strikes of black fire, the array had become extremely thin, and one could vaguely see the core banner body trembling incessantly. It seemed like the entire formation was on the verge of collapse.
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The fat chicken had probably never felt so good before. Its calls became increasingly cheerful, its little wings flapping faster and faster as it circled the Ten Directions Yama Array, flying up and down excitedly. But it was cautious, keeping a safe distance from Qin Sang at all times.
When the plump chicken was arrogant and complacent, a phantom sword shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air, it was the Ebony Sword.
Qin Sang quietly wielded his Ebony Sword, lurking in the shadows. Finally, an opportunity arose, and he struck from a dangerously advantageous angle.
The flying sword was incredibly fast, appearing behind the fat chicken in a blink of an eye.
The sharp sword qi was about to pierce the delicate fur.
At this critical moment, the fat chicken didn't panic at all. Its round eyes darted around, a mischievous glint flashing in them. It suddenly turned its head and opened its little yellow beak wide, unleashing a torrent of thunder that seemed to have been building for some time.
The fat chicken's choice of timing was too tricky. It was so close, the ebony sword had nowhere to dodge and was engulfed by the lightning pillar.
'Boom!'
The ebony sword was directly struck by the bolt of lightning, and the light on its body dimmed for a moment.
But the ebony sword was Qin Sang's heart-and-soul spiritual sword. The spiritual sword was damaged, and Qin Sang was unable to escape unscathed.
At the sound of a pained cry, the already weak black fire instantly dissipated by half, nearly extinguished.
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Qin Sang's figure emerged from the black fire, his face ashen and his breath disordered, clearly affected by the backlash of his soul-bound sword. At this moment, he looked like he could barely even maintain the Ten Directions Yama Array.
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Qin Sang staggered, glanced at the fat chicken, and his face showed an expression of extreme terror. Gritting his teeth, he hastily gathered the remaining strength, summoning the Ten Directions Yama Formation to protect himself, and fled.
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The fat chicken not only foiled the ambush but also turned the tables, striking back. Just as he was reveling in his success, how could he let the toy run away
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Instantly, he transformed into a lightning bolt without hesitation. He sped towards Qin Sang, faster than even Qin Sang himself, blocking his path.
Almost the moment Fat Chicken appeared from Lei Dun, the black fire of the Shifang Yanluo Array suddenly parted automatically. The man and the bird were very close, their eyes meeting.
The fat chicken suddenly noticed that the fear on Qin Sang's face was gone, replaced by a hint of mockery.
His complexion seemed to have become even paler, but his breath wasn't the slightest bit disordered.
The ebony sword is a magical artifact, and with Qin Sang's careful manipulation, it would not be easily damaged. It was just Qin Sang's tactic of feigning weakness.
The beast's instinct made Fatty feel the danger approaching.
But before it could react, a ghostly shriek erupted from the black fire, followed by a wave of Nine Nether Demon Flame, even more profound than the black fire, charging fiercely towards Fatty Chicken.
The fat chicken felt the terrifying aura of the Nine Nether Demon Flame. Its already round eyes widened even further, and an uncontrollable panic spread in them.
"Wow!"
The Jiuyou Devil Flame engulfed the fat chicken.
The fat chicken only had time to activate its thunderous power, attaching it to its body.
Even the celestial demon, Lian Fei Tian Ya, feared the Nine Nether Demon Flame. How could a plump chicken at its peak as a demonic spirit withstand it The chicken shrieked in agony, its cries laced with despair.
Qin Sang, however, had no pity whatsoever. As the fat chicken cried out in pain, he felt an unbelievably terrifying and ferocious power surging behind him, closing in rapidly.
If struck by this force, Qin Sang had no doubt that he would be easily obliterated!
Qin Sang was startled. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance and hurriedly shifted his figure to dodge.
But his movements didn't stop. A strand of Heavenly Poison Silk appeared in his palm at some unknown point.
Time was fleeting. Qin Sang gritted his teeth, pouring all his spiritual energy into the Heavenly Poison Silk without reservation. The top-grade magic weapon shattered.
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