I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 392: Chapter 346: Demon Energy Body Refining, Demon Butcher

Bang bang bang——

The Flame Demon form of Qin Tian strode towards the core of the Flame Mountain, his heavy footsteps crushing the scorching earth with every step, leaving deep brown footprints, the edges of which sizzled with white smoke.

Along the way, chaotic roars and muffled explosions rose and fell, black Demonic Qi churned like a boiling turbid wave, tangled with the heat waves of the magma, hitting the rock walls and echoing with a mournful sound.

He completely opened his Spiritual Sense, and demons within a radius of dozens of kilometers instantly transformed into countless clusters of jumping heat sources in his perception, clearly laid out in his mind.

“So many Tier Six Demons…” Qin Tian’s heart sank. In his perception, the heat sources of Tier Six Demons exceeded three hundred clusters, and the total number of demons in the whole Flame Mountain had surprisingly surpassed a million.

Such scale would require more than half of the battle groups from the Sixth Battle Zone to join forces to have even a slight chance of striking at this Demon Source place.

He continued to delve deeper, the Demonic Qi so dense it seemed almost liquid, infiltrating through the cracks in his scales into his body.

The surrounding demons grew increasingly formidable, many high-tier demons glimpsed his intrusion and immediately raised spikes, bared their fangs, emitting undisguised hostility—in their view, this core area, rich in pure Demonic Qi, should not be sullied by low-level demons.

Qin Tian had to release his aura, the crimson scales flickering with black flame. In such a place, any semblance of weakness would invite a group assault; only by displaying sufficient deterrence could he make these bloodthirsty entities momentarily suppress their ferocity.

The closer to the core, the quieter it became.

High-tier demons occupied their respective territories, greedily inhaling and exhaling Demonic Qi with closed eyes, surrounded by visible black cyclones. And at the innermost part of the Demon Source, weak airs were continuously birthed—those were the newly formed Little Flame Demons or other low-level demons, trembling under the oppression of high-tier demons, scrambling madly outward, to become fresh blood in the outer demonic tide.

Qin Tian found a hidden cave behind a jagged rocky mountain; at the cave entrance, thick Demonic Qi gushed incessantly, carrying a pungent sulfur smell.

If it were an ordinary Spiritualist, even a Tier Six Powerhouse, here they would be suppressed to only thirty percent of their strength by the Demonic Qi, while the power of Spiritual Martial Techniques and Magic would sharply decline, and staying too long could even allow the Demonic Qi to erode their meridians, shaking the foundation of their cultivation.

But Qin Tian showed no fear.

The purple Talent [Demon Pattern Turtle Armor] acquired after slaying the Dragon Turtle Demon, not only offered strong Reflective Damage effect but also allowed him to actively absorb Demonic Qi to refine his body.

This death forbidden area, for others, was to him an excellent holy land for body refining.

He stepped deeper into the cave, until reaching the wall at its end. The rock wall was filled with beehive-like cracks, pure Demonic Qi flowing like spring water from the crevices, forming black streams on the ground.

Qin Tian stood firm before the rock wall, his Spiritual Power probing the bracelet embedded between his scales: “Blaze, your full-strength strike, can it destroy this Demon Source?”

The phantom of the Flame Demon appeared on his shoulder, first scanning the surrounding thick Demonic Qi with a glance, then eyed Qin Tian’s Flame Demon body, staring for several seconds, eyes filled with undisguised surprise, then slowly shook his head: “No.”

He paused, then added: “If you were a Tier Seven Spiritualist, borrowing my strength, you could naturally easily destroy this place. Unfortunately… you are currently only Tier Five. Although I have stored quite a bit of energy, ultimately I am merely a gun, a tool; whether I can unleash maximum power still depends on the user’s capability.”

The meaning was clear—your strength is too weak to realize my true potential.

“Alright.” Though slightly disappointed, Qin Tian had already anticipated this. Relying on the Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon to destroy here was unlikely, alternative methods must be sought.

Since he came, he may as well stay.

Qin Tian simply decided to utilize this pure Demonic Qi to thoroughly temper his body.

He remained fixed before the densest crack of Demonic Qi, holding his breath and focusing his mind. In an instant, his body transformed as if into a bottomless black hole, releasing astonishing suction.

The surging Demonic Qi, as if finding an outlet, crazily rushed into his body.

Golden patterns rapidly emerged on Qin Tian’s body surface, layered like turtle shells, spreading and deepening with the infusion of Demonic Qi, accompanied by dense cracking sounds inside his body, as if bones and muscles were being relentlessly forged.

His efficiency in absorbing Demonic Qi was astonishingly high; those dense as liquid Demonic Qi rushing into him did not even stir a ripple.

This scene startled the high-tier demons outside the cave—in their knowledge, the stronger one’s strength, the faster the speed of absorbing Demonic Qi; yet, in the cave, this Flame Demon’s efficiency was terrifyingly comparable to the Black Flame Lord at the Demon Source Center.

Suddenly, the surrounding demons all showed fear, instinctively retreating several dozen meters, not daring to approach.

Hoo~ hoo~

As Demonic Qi crazily poured in, the golden turtle patterns around Qin Tian’s body became increasingly brilliant, as if plating the crimson scales with liquid gold.

The infused Demonic Qi, transformed by [Demon Pattern Turtle Armor], into streams of scorching energy coursing through the meridians, the places passed causing micro tremors in muscle fibers, as if numerous little hammers were repeatedly forging.

“Crack… crack…”

From deep within the bones came clear breaking sounds, yet not of damage, but a sign of increasing bone density under Demonic Qi’s refinement. He could distinctly feel every inch of muscle and bone expand, compress, becoming tougher,