The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 881 - 352: Cloud Sea Giant_3

Witch Yundie spoke indifferently, her faint murderous intent finally roaring like boiling seawater.

"Drip...drip..."

"Drip...drip...drip..."

From one-on-one duels to splitting up and fighting, and then to the final chaos of battle.

The Blood Witch Ancestral Land had never been so bustling, nor had there ever been so much blood of Supreme Saint embryos spilled upon the earth with the raucous wind.

Wu Xuelu, Wu Xuebi, Wu Xuepang, Wu Xueshi, Wu Xuewan, Wu Xueqing... except for the pregnant Wu Xuelan who was absent, all members of the Blood Witch Goddesses were engaged in battle, remaining within the ancestral lands.

Additionally, the Blood Sorcerer Clan had their own exclusive Guardian Saint Spirits.

They might not compare in number or quality to the Night Family, but they were loyal enough to dive into the fray without any hesitation.

Chaos was on the verge of erupting. Occasionally, blood cannons shot out among the ancestral ground or blood blessings were offered to assist in defense and counter-attacks.

But it wasn’t enough.

The Light Witch and Cloud Witch, together with the two giants of the Cloud Sea, collaborated wholeheartedly, sending nearly half of their territory’s high-end forces to this place.

They broke through the doors aggressively, invading en masse, clearly designating who was in charge of the main battles, who took care of underhanded strikes, and who was responsible for healing the wounded... The divisions of labor were orderly, the goals explicit.

Before their eyes, Blood Witch Goddesses were gravely injured, and Guardian Saint Spirits were killed instantly, suppressed by the absolute rank.

Ye Hanjun slowly climbed out of the blood pool, his pupils tinged with black and red, an unusual light flickering on and off.

"Elder, is this the great calamity you foresaw?"

"The Blood Witch Ancestral Land and the Night Clan’s ancestral city have always been linked, and in the most critical moment, they would open the transmission channel at any cost to assist each other."

"The absence of any reinforcements now is enough to show that the situation facing our family is a hundred times more severe than that of the Blood Witches..."

"Go."

In the spiritual world, a long-missed youthful voice spoke, calm and steady:

"Light Witch, Cloud Witch...Cloud Sea..."

"Even when Ye Shura was alive, he never deigned to look at you; I didn’t expect that now you would pose so boldly..."

"I authorize you to use the power of the Marks, to slaughter them."

"Remember, the slap must sound loud, and your strike must be ruthless. My Ye Clan’s ally cannot suffer the slightest bullying. Since you have been haughty towards the Witches, you should be groveling for mercy. The wheel of karma must turn, and so it should."

"Yes."

Ye Hanjun heard the sound of a lock opening, an ancient force transitioning from absolute stillness to raging turbulence.

He slowly straightened his back, his spine cracking in dozens of places. His aura, which should have been still as a mirror-like lake, visibly surged.

"Whoosh——"

Clad in the Prison Warding Sacrificial Robe, Ye Hanjun did not summon the Judge’s Pen or the Book of Life and Death, but patted the little one on his shoulder and called out to the Goose Immortal not far away.

"Hahaha, the opportunity for this great Immortal to show off his skills has come again!"

The Goose Immortal itched with excitement, already eager to go.

With a gentle exertion of force, Ye Hanjun jumped onto its back, and the goose immediately flapped its wings, performing a vertical climb.

"Whirl, whirl——"

The flight speed of the Goose Immortal, relatively speaking, was not fast.

Compared to a Supreme Saint embryo, the difference was like night and day, with no doubt about the outcome.

But it was fearless, charging forward with vigorous determination.

As it broke through the blood cocoon and officially arrived outside the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, it let out a loud cry and suddenly lost control of its body, plummeting to the ground like a heavy stone.

"What is this? A Heaven and Earth Stage creature?"

On the ground, a metal Witch, clad entirely in clanging armor, looked dark and dimwitted.

She had just hammered over a group of the Blood Witch Clan of the Shining World Fetus, now chewing on the hardest parts of her prey’s body to strengthen the defensive capabilities of her metallic armor.

Suddenly, Goose Immortal appeared and then fell abruptly, causing her a slight scare, thinking that another Guardian Saint Spirit was making a move within the ancestral land.

Upon closer inspection, she realized the goose was not only petite, its aura was also pitifully weak.

The metal Witch of the Sacred Voidal Conduit couldn’t help but bulge her barbell eyes, wearing a look of shock:

"Are you here to seek death?"

"Your bloodline seems quite special, but you’re too weak. I don’t want to eat you, not interested at all."

"You’re the motherfucker coming here to seek death."

Goose Immortal cursed and cursed.

The Laws outside were too chaotic, with traces of battles fought by various Holy Spirits. Relying solely on the rank of Heaven and Earth Perfection, it had no right to fly.

In other words, if it relied only on itself, stepping into this battlefield would ensure its demise.

"Huh, there’s a human too."

"How strange, with red hair, are you a human raised by the Blood Witch Clan?"

"But I heard that the Blood Witch Clan wouldn’t easily sign a contract with humans, even with a member of the Night Family..."

The metal Witch was the very picture of someone who felt no threat, thus she was calm and composed.

Ye Hanjun glanced at her and suddenly touched his abdomen with his palm.

"Zizzla!"

An astonishing flash of lightning passed by, and out of nowhere, a cross-shaped blue sword emerged, as if it grew from nothingness.

When it was completely suspended behind Ye Hanjun, the metal Witch’s expression changed. She immediately raised a metallic fist over five meters in diameter and thrust it forward rigidly.

"Boom!!!"

Sword Thunder Child moved. This time, it wasn’t a sword light as fine as hair threads but a broad sword qi as thick as a towering ancient tree.

With a loud bang, the metal fist was blocked mid-air, entering a moment of rigidity.

The crackling thunderous arcs fiercely climbed up the arm, quickly leaping onto the body of the metal Witch, rendering her dark physique as dazzling as the stars.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The onslaught of Sword Thunder Child was dense as needles, furious as a tempest.

It actually detached from Ye Hanjun’s back, the tip of the sword aiming straight towards the Witch’s nostrils and plunged into her like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The metal Witch wanted to raise her arms to block the strike.

But her body was paralyzed, unable to move; she could only watch as the Thunder Sword pierced her body, then... bang!

The enormous sound attracted the spying of nearby creatures.

Wu Xuebi, who had lost an eye and a leg, abruptly revealed her true form from the swift blood rain.

On the other side, another silver-metallic Witch squinted slightly, a strong killing intent spreading along the metallic armor.

"A Thunder Element Holy Spirit?"

"The Blood Sorcerer Clan has fallen into such a sorry state; with your attributes, most of the Divine Clan would welcome you, treating you as an honored guest, willing to offer you all sorts of cultivation resources."

"You have a bright future ahead of you. Why follow a ship that is about to capsize? Why not join the Cloud Sea and become one of us... How does that sound?"

Faced with the second metal Witch’s tempting offer, Ye Hanjun simply glanced at her with an unruffled look:

"Ming Lamp Night Clan will not retreat, will not yield. As long as a breath remains, we’ll fight to the end."

"Save your breath. The death knell has tolled, and it tolls for you."