God Of Slaughter - Chapter 581

The seven warriors of the Ghost Mark Clan were all at the Spirit Realm. Lu Hao, the leader, had the most exquisite cultivation base. He had reached the Peak of Spirit Realm, and had an ancient aura.

The Ghost Mark Clan was much stronger than the Demonic Sound Clan. They didn't have the weakness of a weak body. The ghost scripture on each of them was a kind of peculiar martial spirit. Some scripture could help them to train their bodies, which could make their physical prowess much more vigorous and tenacious than warriors who had cultivated physical techniques.

Two out of seven in Lu Hao’s group belonged to this type.

These two had purple and green ghost tattoos. They were exquisite like complex arrays, sparkling strangely as they were constantly taking in the heaven and earth aura around.

The spiritual aura of heaven and earth was sucked into the ghost scripture, then converted into flows of pure energy to nurture their blood and bones, which made their bodies inexplicably powerful.

These two clansmen relied on their tenacious bodies, walking to the front of Lu Hao and the other. They were ready to encounter Shi Yan’s attack.

The blood-red dragon created by the Sky Destroyer sprayed out scarlet rays of light. Its aura brutally soared up to the sky. Along its way, Yin Qi in the tombs around was washed away. Amidst the thick, bloody scent, the dragon stormed over.

The ghost tattoo on the two clansmen suddenly moved like worms. Strange fluctuations moved in their bodies, as if it was forcing the movement of heaven and earth power to change its trajectory.

The shriveled bodies of these two clansmen became robust; they were even getting taller. Veins bulged under their skin, which gave people a feeling of energy and vitality.

They were like the Devil Clan.

"Howl!"

The two of them shouted in unison. Their voices shook the sky, as a flow of pure strength burst out from their spirit and bodies.

Their arms enlarged. Flows of light that naked eyes could see were streaming towards their fists.

Shortly, their fists turned translucent like jade, shining beautifully. Surging energy could even strike people’s hearts.

Crack Crack Crack!

It was beyond people’s expectations that their fists suddenly exploded. In the bloody mist, punches burst off like hammers and mountains.

BANG!

The blood dragon storming towards Lu Hao and his group shook under the bombardment. Its refined blood light flickered unsteadily.

After the two clansmen exploded their fists, they were stirred up, recklessly swarming towards Shi Yan with a savage expression.

Their veins burst off in the middle of the air. The tattoos on their bodies sparkled radiantly.

The two members of the Ghost Mark Clan had consumed the pure strength of their bodies, which had been cultivated for ten thousand years. They showed their fangs like a pair of evil spirits.

Shi Yan knitted his brows and grinned fiendishly, "Overreaching yourself."

His thought moved agilely. Negative energy boiled in his body, blending with his Essence Qi and gushing torrentially in his body. A thought of despair, brutality, cruelty, bloodlust, and craze erupted from Shi Yan’s body.

Second Sky of Rampage.

Shi Yan’s pupils started to redden like the color of blood. His eyes were now full of ruthless intent, while his body started to wither.

Immense mist twirled around his body, creating a thick, white armor. His negative energy was as thick as a torrential river, surging furiously.

Death and Life Seal! 

Both of his arms swung. Strange light formed the seal, rumblingly striking out.

The Death Intent Domain was silent but puzzled. Death and life alternated the true meanings of the world, which seemed to happen in the intent domain. Thoughts of Death spread out as cold as ice. It seemed to have something harmonizing with the tranquil Shady Firmament Old Mound.

Flapping wind howled. It seemed that the seed of Death had been planted in the silent atmosphere of the Shady Firmament Old Mound. A completely quiet thought filled the whole area.

The Ghost Mark Clan’s clansmen changed their complexions.

"Death power!" Lu Hao screamed instinctively as he hurried to gather himself together. An ice blue light flashed in his eyes.

The ghost tattoo in front of his chest suddenly revived, creating an ice-blue flower shortly. Patterns of his tattoo outlined the flower peculiarly.

An ice-blue flower grew in Lu Hao’s chest, as a strange light sparkled indefinitely in his eyes.

Pure energy from Lu Hao’s body poured into the flower in his chest. When it bloomed beautifully, it flew out of Lu Hao’s chest, flying towards the intent domain created by the Death and Life Seal.

A strange intent domain expanded from the ice blue flower. Under that intent domain, the endless sky and sea Shi Yan had created were interrupted.

The icy blue flower bloomed beautifully. Marvelous energy waves rose and rippled from the flower, that affected the Death Domain.

Shortly, the flower withered. Its petal fluttered like little spirits dancing, which looked magnificent. In this Shady Firmament Old Mound, where Yin Qi permeated everywhere, this was a stunning scene.

During their dance, each petal transformed into seeds, falling on the humid ground.

It was bizarre. Saplings started to sprout from the ground, as if they were strongly against the Death Intent Domain. They were proliferating at the speed that naked eyes could observe.

When the sprouts grew fully, the Death Intent Domain that Shi Yan had strengthened disappeared like the bright moonlight in the mirror.

Shi Yan’s sight was hazy.

A cold willpower suddenly shot into his Sea of Consciousness, which woke him up instantly.

Shi Yan was struck. He focused and found that there was nothing in front of him. Lu Hao stood away from him, and the ice blue flower condensed from the ghost tattoo was still on his chest. It hadn't flown out yet. 

"Harrumph. You’re not good enough to play intent domain with us." Lu Hao’s face was cold and disdainful.

Shi Yan was surprised, but he wasn't enraged. He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, right. You guys are the undying old men. Using the intent domain to attack you, well, it seems I was too naïve." 

Then, he didn’t talk more, but ordered the War Devil and the Ghost Hunter next to him.

War Devil, Ghost Hunter, and Devouring Gold Silkworm flew out and started their bombarding on the clansmen, using force to subdue the others.

Each member of the Ghost Mark Clan had a profound understanding of soul Upanishads and a special knowledge of the natural power Intent Domains.

When encountering them, it wasn’t practical if he wanted to win using various changes. Only attacking with pure strength was the statecraft.

The War Devil, the Ghost Hunter, the Devouring Gold Silkworm, and the King of Demonic Insects weren’t afraid of the Ghost Mark Clan’s soul attacks, especially the War Devil and the Ghost Hunter. These two seemed to be immune to soul attacks. They were swaggering among that group of clansmen, not even minding their soul techniques.

The War Devil was like a war chariot, storming over the Ghost Mark Clan’s group. Its pressure was heavy as a mountain, slamming down on them.

The Ghost Hunter transformed to its humanoid shape, which had a scale armor on the face, and thorns on the shoulders, elbows, and knees. It was moving like a gust, with its limbs acting as incomparably strong and sharp weapons.

The Devouring Gold Silkworm shot out its golden threads like a spider weaving its web. Its threads nibbled these seven people’s space.

Although Lu Hao and his team had high realms, their energy was insufficient. Under the fierce attack of the War Devil, Ghost Hunter, Devouring Gold Silkworm, and the King of Demonic Insects, they fell into peril, and could only try to dodge the sharp tip.

Shi Yan’s face was cold. He retrieved the divine sword and clasped his hands, watching the scene. He hadn’t taken action yet.

His Soul Consciousness had fluctuated many times.

Flows of Soul Consciousness with space power toured around the Shady Firmament Old Mound, shooting towards the two sages of the Ghost Mark Clan.

In that tomb, a fierce battle was taking place like a raging fire.

Lei Mo, Zhuo Hui, Ai Po, and Gongsun Tao were fighting the Ghost Mark Clan. Ye Xiong, Zhu Yi, and Yue Ying also took part, using the secret treasures to battle with the clansmen of the Ghost Mark Clan.

The two sages were sitting neatly among the members of their tribe. They stooped down; their mouths wearing an icy smile.

Clear flows of soul fluctuations were shot out from the two sages, as they were striking their soul techniques toward Lei Mo’s group.

Members of the seven factions like Lei Mo, Ai Po, and Gongsun Tao couldn’t help but take out all soul defense treasures. The gorgeous light from those treasures was neutralizing soul attacks of the two sages, while they were trying their best to break through to the center of the clansmen’s barricade where the two sages were sitting.

These two sages were restoring their power, taking in the heaven and earth spiritual Qi.

After they had escaped from the confinement, their dried power had just recovered inadequately. They couldn’t have regained their competence that fast.

They were seizing the time.

When they gathered enough power to perform their martial techniques, Lei Mo and the others would never be able to escape their thunder.

Lei Mo’s team knew this well, so they attacked more furiously to capture the sages.

Shi Yan’s Soul Consciousness continued to search the corners of the Shady Firmament Old Mound.

A figure appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

Lei Mo’s son, Lei Ji.

He didn’t stay at the same spot with Ai Ya. He was hiding behind a gravestone, watching the battle between Lei Mo and the Ghost Mark Clan. His eyes sparkled with a sinister, ruthless light. 

Some dead bodies lay behind Lei Ji. They were the warriors of the Martial Spirit Palace and the Heaven Temple. One of the was Mo Ling Er.

Her face paled, and her expression was panic-stricken as if she had encountered something really terrible before she died.

Standing next to the corpses, Lei Ji squinted. He lifted his head, looking at the void. A flash crossed his eyes.

Shi Yan’s flow of Soul Consciousness got hit.

His Sea of Consciousness was shaken. He screamed in fear, his face frightened.

Even the sages of the Ghost Mark Clan couldn’t notice his Soul Consciousness, but Lei Ji had smashed it easily. This surprised Shi Yan a lot.

"He's the World Extinguishing Thunder Flame," The Nine Serenities Soul Devouring Flame sent him a thought. "Be careful. He's borrowing that body to restore his power."