The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 887 - 354: One Man Against the Current_3

However, Witch Guanghe and Witch Guangyu, while attempting to descend further, were restrained by a whip. In a brutal act of self-mutilation, they tore their arms apart and continued to float down with their maimed witch bodies.

The saintly blood of the witches, crimson intertwined with a tinge of milky white, erupted like a torrential waterfall.

The pristine white witch robes were stained with blossoms of blood, The two Supreme Sacred Great Achievement Light Witch Goddesses convulsed in pain, yet their faces showed not a trace of agony.

"Crack!"

Aegifura gripped their willingly offered necks and forcefully twisted them until they broke.

The fallen witch heads suddenly transformed into two pure white pearls that naturally adorned her holy crown.

In a moment, her already majestic and noble features ascended to new heights of beauty, making her appear untouchable and divine.

"Crack! Crack!!"

The gravely injured Witch Jinmo and Wu Jinyin staggered forward.

Despite being known for their remarkable constitution, even the metallic female witches had sustained injuries from the Sword Thunder Child’s violent strikes. However, their lives were not in danger.

But with just a gentle twist from Aegifura, the heads of the two metallic female witches fell off, transforming into two flawless white pearls, further embellishing her appearance and crown.

"How terrifying..."

"This is the Pearl Empress Anna Elizabeth’s ’Heavenly Pearl Dew Divinity.’ Any who witness the splendor of the pearl light and lack the power to resist will become zombies, easily surrendering their lives..."

"See those pearls on her crown? Countless in number, densely packed."

"The Pearl Empress has ruled her entire life, the holy spirits she’s slaughtered far exceed those of the Xuanmu Witch Maiden and the Imperial Guard Golem. There’s even a rumor that, in combination with the Patron’s abilities from her contract, she can fight against False Gods and not be outmatched..."

At this moment, no creature dared to question Ye Hanjun, much less mock him for wielding powers not his own.

The eldest amongst them was born only at the end of the Near Ancient Era.

They never witnessed with their own eyes the glory of the Ming Lamp Night Clan from the end of the Ancient Era to the beginning of the Near Ancient Era.

Today, using the marks of the Holy Spirits as windows, they glimpsed traces of an ancient past.

They finally understood why both the long-gone Cloud Witch God and the surviving Light Witch God dreaded the Ye Clan.

And the original Jester Emperor, the Clan Yinma, who once ruled the Ghost Lamp Abyss and dominated a realm on their own.

When the Asura King was born, all other colors faded, the splendor ended, and all that was left was desolation and lament.

"The Ye Clan must not be insulted."

"The allies of the Ye Clan must also not be insulted."

Ye Hanjun swept his gaze toward each invader, seeing them silenced like cicadas in winter, his eyes still as cold as a knife:

"Immortal, Aegifura, Huazhu, continue killing."

"The purpose of these marks has been fulfilled; there is no need to preserve them. Leave none alive!"

"This Immortal intends exactly that!"

Having already dispatched the ’Mad God,’ Goose Immortal felt another surge of power from ages past welling up inside.

It transformed into a large raven, its feathers gleaming as if covered in a layer of oil.

Its beak, as sharp as swords, held an illusionary corpse, with a dense aura of malevolence emanating outward.

"Ah—ahhh—"

Goose Immortal discarded the phantom corpse, and the circle of sky above instantly darkened.

As two Light Witch Goddesses were trapped, all was pitch black around, except for their weak glimmers of light.

"When it’s dark, please close your eyes; it’s game time!"

The tone of Goose Immortal shifted from robust to mockingly playful, eyes glinting with mischief.

One of the trapped Light Witch Goddesses called out in horror:

"The Night Blind Raven! A demon beast extinct since the mid-period of the Near Ancient Era!"

"Ding Dong! Correct!"

Goose Immortal burst into wild, domineering laughter:

"Close your eyes; this is the realm of utter darkness."

"No matter what, only one of you two can come out alive."

"Will you sit and wait for death, both perishing within, or will you turn on each other, sacrificing one for the other’s survival? The choice is yours to make. I look forward to your performance!"

"Great Witch! Save us!"

The dark foggy sea gradually closed in, and the last trace of a plea laced with fear, too, dissipated like the autumn wind.

Goose Immortal snorted, scanned the surroundings to confirm the technique had been activated without interference by someone of a higher rank, and felt a deep satisfaction.

"Looks like you’re running short on people, huh?"

"Next, only a few troublesome individuals remain. Wouldn’t the crisis at Blood Witch Ancestral Land be easily resolved after dealing with them?"

Goose Immortal fixed his gaze on the visible Witch Cloud Hua and Witch Guangzhi and peered toward the indistinct Witch Yundie and Wu Guangqing in the distance.

"Where is Little Lazy Lion? Where is Lan Qixiong?"

"Four big pieces of meat are here, come out, come out, let’s have a thrilling battle!"

"Roar..."

A massive beastly shadow slowly emerged from the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

With a face of utter indifference, Little Lazy Lion came out with sleepy, blurry eyes and disheveled mane.

On its back, Yang Xiaoqi and She Xiaoxiong, one curious with excitement, and the other excited with mania.

"Baah baah!!"

"Hiss!"

The snake head exerted force, assisted by the sheep head, while the absent-minded lion head offered no resistance, and was forcibly dragged in the opposite direction.

In the blink of an eye, the Chimera cub rushed to the side of Ye Hanjun, the snake head licking his sweat, and the sheep head nuzzling the GuaGua on his shoulder, each more affectionate than the other.

"Roar..."

The lion head casually greeted Goose Immortal as if to say ’Yeah, I see you,’ clearly showing it would rather be sleeping soundly.

"Sleep? Are you kidding? Wing-Slash Seal Divine Legacy, is there anything more thrilling than this at the moment?"

"Quick, quick, quick, let your blood boil and summon that Charging Dragon. I want to see its ’Sky-Piercing Dragon Fury’!"

"Charging Dragon?!"

Wu Xuebi, who had become a societal outcast, along with Wu Xuepang, Wu Xueshi, and Wu Xuewan, who had been granted a reprieve because of Ye Hanjun joining the fight... couldn’t help but shudder at the mention.

"Are you talking about... the Charging Dragon of the First Epoch of the Near Ancient Era... Lord Dragon Ao Tian?"

"It seems you’ve heard its true name; excellent, excellent!"

Goose Immortal slapped Little Lazy Lion’s head with one wing, chiding with frustration:

"Hey, kid, liven up for me!"

"All these years, no one looked after you. Slept nicely, huh? You still want to slack off now; do you intend to sleep forever?"

"Roar..."

Goose Immortal’s Wing-Slash didn’t injure in the slightest; instead, due to the return to its origin bloodline, it almost fractured its own beak.

But Little Lazy Lion shook its head like a water dog returning to shore, flinging off its fur, and its half-closed eyelids finally sprang to life.

"Roar!!!"

A dragon chant louder than that of the Crystal Dragon reverberated, assailing the auditory nerves of every holy spirit in the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

The ground began to tremble, and even the heavens shook. Countless Unlimited Foetuses and Shining World Fetuses, unless they had reached the level of Supreme Saint, nearly all fell to the ground, trembling in all fours like chaff.