The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1302 - 495: The Spear Intent of the Divine Punishment Spear

Upon the voice’s fall, the grim reaper’s scythe cleaved through the void, and a cubic gray barrier enveloped the chaotic and distorted skies above the battlefield.

The two deities engaged in the fierce battle almost simultaneously shifted their gaze.

"Rip!"

To the left was an ugly arm covered in black scales, approximately three thousand meters long, capable of coiling and climbing like a python.

Seeing Ye Chengfeng charging straight into the battlefield, without a second thought, it extended its demonic claw, intending to crush his head in an instant.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"

On the other side, a god of the Wind Element, who had shape-shifted into a human boy, with intense streams of air bursting from its cyan skin, wound threads of wind, fine as human pores, around Ye Chengfeng’s limbs, also seeking to disable him in a mere moment.

"Quite lively, eh? Which one should I start with?"

Ye Chengfeng whistled lightly, looking at the different reactions from both sides, brimming with interest.

"Bang!"

The demon’s claw indeed pressed down on his head.

But what broke was not his neck, but the fingers of the Wind Element god.

The controlled threads of wind instantly became limp, losing all power to harm.

——This was a move once used by the Father God!

Ye Hanjun’s eyes sparkled with surging emotions.

Ever since the Chengfeng Ancestor entered the battlefield, he had earned the right to watch the divine conflict, unafraid of the rules forbidding mortals from gazing directly upon the gods.

In his memory, the expansion of the realm of death involved not just the sealing of living beings, but through that fearsome grim reaper’s scythe, spellcasters could also transfer damage.

Although the Chengfeng Ancestor had never fought against other gods of Divine Enthronement of the same rank, his combat skills were proficient and natural.

"Big Tadpole, what’s the name of that Evil God?"

Perched on his shoulder and watching intently, GuaGua, with every nerve taut, asked seriously.

Ye Hanjun tried to use "Talent Identification" and immediately answered:

"God of the Evil Enthronement, Butcher Arm."

"I can’t see his skills column. It seems that besides the Fond Spirit gods who made contracts and the Chengfeng Ancestor, who is suspected to be closely related to the Ming Lamp Night Clan, my Talent Identification doesn’t provide complete details for other gods."

"It’s okay, having the name is enough. I’ve remembered Him!"

GuaGua made throaty threatening noises as if, despite the distance, he could still smell the intense familial hostility in the blood, murmuring to himself:

"It looks like He’s severely injured, two-thirds of the scales flaked off, His filthy blood reddening the entire sky!"

"Grandfather Chengfeng, go for it, finish off this annoying guy quickly!"

"For each day He remains in this world, the cries and despair of the living seem to echo by my ears..."

Ye Hanjun extended his palm in a soothing gesture to the unusually agitated little guy and shifted the topic:

"The opposing Elemental God of Enthronement is called the ’Child of the Hurricane’."

"From the looks of their injuries, the Child of the Hurricane is obviously winning, which is a bit strange."

"Guah, it is strange!"

GuaGua nodded emphatically, agreeing:

"Evil God, Calamity God, Desolate God, typically they are hard to kill and hard to fight, and in cases of similar strength, the Evil God often has the upper hand."

"This Child of the Hurricane must also be an ancient primordial spirit revived."

"Was He so formidable in life? Facing the big baddies of the evil systems, He actually managed to make Them flee everywhere."

"Not sure, let’s see."

Ye Hanjun quietly changed his position, along with Xu Xuan, ensuring they could appear near any wall of the realm of death at any moment to block the retreat of both gods.

"Bang!"

In the realm of death, as the Child of the Hurricane realized the fingers had shattered, he retracted and retreated with great caution, pulling away.

As he retreated to the edge, a pair of cyan tornado drills appeared behind him, violently assaulting the wall.

Yet the wall stood unbothered, and the Child of the Hurricane narrowed his eyes and asked coolly:

"Who are you, and why do you obstruct my hunt for the Evil God?"

"Do you know what kind of calamity the Three Evil Gods represent, what kind of disasters will beset the heavens and earth if They are not eradicated?"

"Oh?"

Ye Chengfeng, pulling the grim reaper’s scythe out of his belly and slinging it back over his shoulder, replied with a smile:

"The Evil God is one of many evil sources, how could I be unaware?"

"But does your existence conform to the natural order?"

"A primordial spirit from ancient times, reborn in the New Era, what feelings does such a legendary experience evoke in you?"

"..."

The Child of the Hurricane fell into sudden silence.

No longer trying to break out of the death realm’s cage, five clumps of cyan hurricanes began to whirl around Him:

"I haven’t yet had any proper interactions with normal beings since my reappearance in this era."

"Since you’re aware of me, chances are you’re from the same mold as those who have transgressed the taboos, right?"

"What difference does it make, whether or not I am?"

Ye Chengfeng faced the Child of the Hurricane’s inquisitive gaze with equanimity, as if he were not in a battlefield but in a place like a tea house or restaurant:

"Since I’ve appeared, do you think I’d let you live to leave?"

"Ancient Cosmic Era, no matter how you died."

"Now it’s the Newborn Era, die once again, and return to the dust."

Just as the word finished, both sides moved simultaneously.

Ye Chengfeng first blocked an attack from behind with his scythe from the Butcher Arm, and then sprinted in front of the Child of the Hurricane, aimed his scythe high at His waist.

"Swish!"

The scythe missed as the Child of the Hurricane dodged lightly and instantly moved to Ye Chengfeng’s side, assuming the form of a Wild Wind and even materializing a wind scythe, slashing back at Ye Chengfeng’s waist.

"To counter with the way of the adversary, you sure are petty."

Ye Chengfeng snickered, twirling the blade before stabbing it into his own chest.

Instantly, as the wind scythe struck His body, the expected scene of being split in two didn’t occur. Instead, it was the Child of the Hurricane who grunted, as the upper and lower halves of His body came apart.