Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

Blade's eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty, and his words sent chills down one's spine.

In the hands of the Star Core Hunter, Blade, being a dead man, knows no fear.

He was always the most loyal to the mission in the team, never making mistakes or causing trouble.

The only exception is matters involving the Immortal Ship. Once he is moved by the sight of it, his demonic nature will take over, and he will lose all reason, becoming a bloodthirsty monster who will only slaughter without end.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much—"

"Kyoryu, I will kill you!"

The blade seemed to be both crying and laughing, its mouth tasted of blood, and its voice was hoarse as it slashed at Xueyi and Yanqing with its sword.

"Come on!"

Xueyi used all her strength to push Yanqing out of the range of the blade's edge, and faced the enemy alone.

The excruciating phantom pain tormented his spirit, causing him to mistake the snow-clad figure before him for Jingliu.

As long as he tears the skin of the person before him with his sword and listens to her dying screams, everything that tormented him will vanish.

In a daze, Ren seemed to see a starship speeding into the sky.

The starship swayed precariously, piercing the sky like an arrow, just like that familiar figure in his memory.

boom!

The starship crashed headfirst into the ground, bursting into flames, and a fox-girl struggled to crawl out.

Ren's eyes trembled violently, and he forcibly stopped his sword swing.

Before he could even get a clear look at the fox-girl's figure, Xueyi's Demon-Slaying Cone pierced his chest.

But Blade's reaction speed was just as impressive. He swung his sword backhand without mercy, shattering Xueyi's puppet body in one fell swoop.

But at that moment, a warm and dazzling golden light arrived in an instant, instantly enveloping the snow-covered garment.

The clanging sound of metal clashing together rang out.

The sword struck the shield that Su Jinyan had placed on Xueyi, leaving fine cracks.

Yanqing exclaimed excitedly, "Teacher!"

Su Jinyan nodded to him, then gently raised her hand, and a warm healing spell flew over Yan Qing's body, slowly healing his injuries.

Blade slowly turned around, twisting his neck, his eyes losing their luster, his mind, which had only just regained a moment of clarity, sinking back into despair.

Su Jinyan's face was gloomy. He changed back to his true form and barely managed to pull out a person engulfed in flames from the burning ruins of the starship, who was emitting a miserable wail.

He specifically went to the prison to demand the three unregistered practitioners of the Medicine King's Secret Cultivation Technique.

However, due to his skillful and superb Starship piloting skills, two people were burned to death, and one person was severely burned and was on the verge of death.

Who exactly said that fox people are born aviators?

"go--"

Su Jinyan spoke coldly, casting a destructive star upon the barely surviving cultivator.

And with his mind in control, he drove "Vengeful Flame Soul" to rush wildly toward the blade.

A cruel, bloodthirsty glint appeared on his lips as he leaped high into the air and, without a second thought, brought his sword down, cleaving the Vengeful Flame Soul in two at the waist.

Bang!

Before Ren could react, a violent explosion erupted, and a gray mushroom cloud containing destructive power slowly rose into the air.

Yanqing, Xueyi, and the others were dumbfounded.

As expected of a teacher, he turned the tide of a near-desperate situation the moment he arrived.

They understood each other perfectly and didn't immediately inquire about the origin of the vengeful flame spirit.

However, when the smoke cleared and the familiar figure that appeared made Yanqing's heart gradually grow cold.

Under such a powerful and destructive explosion, Blade was blasted into a terrible state; the extent of his injuries was simply indescribable.

Even his sword-wielding arm was annihilated by the devastating nova.

But in less than a minute, the wounds on Ren's body were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blown-up right arm also quickly grew wriggling buds, and then regenerated, perfectly fitting his body.

With his neck tilted to the side, he gripped his sword again and instantly appeared behind Su Jinyan.

The sharp blade flashed out, slicing away Su Jinyan's afterimage.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ren reversed his grip on the sword and almost instinctively slashed behind him, only to miss again.

Su Jinyan gently raised her hand and lashed out with a mental whip, instantly causing him excruciating pain in his mind.

"Are you awake now?"

Blade's eyes remained cruel as he roared and swung his sword at him.

Su Jinyan easily dodged the attack and unleashed another mental whip.

"Are you awake now?"

"Uh--"

Blade clutched his head in agony, his muscles trembling with pain.

But the brutal, bloodthirsty impulse within him still drove him to tear the person before him to pieces.

"Your sword strikes now are completely haphazard; you only know how to follow your body's instincts and swing your sword at me."

"To put it bluntly, you pose no threat to me whatsoever compared to when you're sober."

“I know that entering the demonic realm was not your intention.”

"I'll give you one last chance. Come back to the Prison with me obediently."

"If you don't wake up soon, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Su Jinyan said coldly.

Ren finally regained a sliver of consciousness and barely opened his eyes, only to see the familiar amulet that Su Jinyan was wearing.

"Mirror... Mirror Style! Witness my pain, my every move!"

His response was the blade's frenzied roar and its mad slashes.

What kind of psychological trauma did the Mirror Stream inflict on Blade that made him so obsessed?

Su Jinyan's expression was solemn as he pointed a finger into the air.

Thump, thump, thump—

Blade's heart pounded wildly, and the muscles beneath his skin surged and thrashed wildly like a raging fish, as a violent destructive force tried to burn his flesh and blood.

But often, the moment his flesh and blood show any signs of burning, they are immediately reshaped by a wondrous power of abundance, returning him to calm.

"Go to hell—!"

The blade roared wildly as it attacked Su Jinyan.

Su Jinyan shook his head slightly; the blade had now become an absolute monster.

To quell his demonic possession, we must find another way.

Thinking of this, he quickly dodged the blade's attack again and dialed the number that Silver Wolf had given him—Kafka.

Kafka's voice was gentle, as if it possessed a strange magic, as she spoke to Blade via speakerphone.

“Listen to me: Ah Ren, you feel a peace you’ve never felt before. Get some sleep.”

After hearing this, Ren looked dazed, his body swayed, and the restless monster lurking within him gradually calmed down.

puff-

The blade, riddled with holes, finally found some relief, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Kafka," Su Jinyan said calmly.

"You're welcome. I'm also very sorry for the inconvenience that A-Ren has caused you."

"Since you're all safe and sound, can you let me take him back?" Kafka asked.

"Impossible, not even a thought. His only fate is to be imprisoned in a dungeon."

Su Jinyan refused without hesitation: "If I had arrived any later..."

"Then Yanqing, Xueyi, and all the Cloud Cavalry and Netherworld Martial Officers who sacrificed everything for the Luofu Immortal Ship may lose their lives as a result."

"Furthermore, let me give you a piece of advice: don't try to bewitch my mind. My mental resistance is beyond your imagination."

Kafka chuckled softly: "I understand what you mean."

"But none of that happened, did it?"

"What if I said that everything that happened tonight was predetermined?"

"Since you don't want to let him leave, that's your freedom."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Ah Ren."