The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1300 - 494: Blood Demon Arm

Newborn Epoch, the Second Epoch, year 4110, Southern Barbarian Country.

The sun shone overhead, but its golden rays brought not an ounce of warmth, only an all-pervading chill.

Hovering mid-air, Ye Hanjun surveyed the surroundings.

A towering aura of malevolence devoured souls as if it had always existed there, a culmination of the ages and a symbol of death.

On the ground, remnants of walls and ruins were everywhere, unsightly debris of destruction.

Those pale corpses stained with filthy blotches of blood lay silently beneath the deserted buildings; shattered skulls, twisted necks, severed lower halves... The torment suffered in their final moments was enough to shatter the bravest of hearts.

"How cruel..."

"Not even insects can be seen here. It’s not just the surface; even the heart of the earth has been devastated. From top to bottom, the entire ecosystem has been wiped out—a vacuum of life, it is no more..."

Gui Bang made a circuit survey, sighing continuously:

"The assailant has lost all humanity."

"To them, all beings are but movable toys, to be taken apart or discarded at a whim, with lawless abandon."

"Quack!"

GuaGua was agitated; his white jade frog form swelled like it was inflated, with round, solemn eyes:

"Big Tadpole! It’s an Evil God!"

"There is a very sinister presence lingering here, I utterly detest it, definitely a divine Principle of the evil kind!"

"Surely it’s not Sarus, right?"

Ye Liuying tucked her bangs behind her ears, puzzled:

"The source of the evil system, no matter how deteriorating His conditions, how could He flee in such a panic from a chase by a Primordial Spirit?"

"It’s not Him! It’s an unknown Evil God that I have never sensed before!"

GuaGua maintained his original form, sniffing and looking around on the ground; suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he activated super light speed sprinting in one direction.

"Follow him."

Ye Hanjun stood on the Cross Thunder Sword, traveling by Sword Flight.

A shadow, more elusive than a ghost, hugged his own shadow.

Fly Moon, Lie Xinxin, Ye Yin, Ye Liuying... each moved with their own abilities.

Only Gui Bang hopped onto the back of a mixed-blooded Kunpeng, hitching a ride to conserve energy.

In a short while, the collapsed structures became denser.

Among the broken bricks and tiles, Ye Hanjun spotted embedded jewels; this was no commoners’ district, geographically, it was very likely a royal palace or similar structure.

"Big Tadpole, look!"

Without needing GuaGua’s reminder, Ye Hanjun suddenly felt a prickling discomfort on his back and immediately turned his attention to the depths of the royal palace.

There was a palace made entirely of black jade which, when intact, must have stood ten thousand meters tall.

Now in broken pieces, shards of jade scattered everywhere, gathering their dark sheen; daylight above, night on the ground—two separate realms, clearly divided.

"Sssssss..."

Pools of bright red human blood, beautiful as blooming flowers, unfurled at will.

Black arms covered in Scale Armor, akin to Demons, grotesque and twisted.

They sprouted from the blood, flailing wildly, demonic claws scraping chaotically within the spreading blood, their sinister Laughs unsettling Ye Liuying and Ye Yin.

"What on earth are these things?"

Relying on Ye Chengfeng accompanying him, Gui Bang boldly approached for a closer look.

With a swish, one of the closest arms crazily extended hundreds of meters in an instant, reaching for Gui Bang’s neck.

"Fuck! That’s fast!"

Gui Bang ducked, switching to defense mode.

However, the demonic claw’s momentum was too strong. After binding the shell, its sharp nails scratched his belly-armour, the grating sound and visible nail marks terrified Gui Bang, who instantly cried for help:

"Save me! I don’t want to die young!"

"Boom—"

In the blink of an eye, Sword Thunder Child severed the arm, and brilliant gold arcs of electricity climbed along both ends of the severed limb.

Laughing strangely, the demonic arm suddenly began to Scream, fleeing in panic.

Sword Thunder Child immediately intensified the electric shock, with arcs spraying, not only did the demonic arm weaken, but even Gui Bang, held in its grasp, smoked with blue smoke, eyes barely white.

"I can’t hold on... I see my great-grandfather..."

"Great-grandfather... enjoy your vacation over there, I haven’t finished my last affairs, maybe visit you after a few epochs..."

The dizzy Gui Bang finally broke free.

He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, terrified.

"Boom boom boom—"

From Sword Thunder Child’s sword tip, fist-sized Thunder Pearls rained down onto the ground like a torrential downpour.

The demonic arm, cut in two, let out a desperate cry and instantly vaporized, and with it, the pool of bright red blood, cleansed to purity by the might of lightning.

"My goodness, even with Thunder Demi-God’s personal intervention, killing it was such a struggle..."

"What kind of evil is at the source of these arms, the culprit behind the slaughter of the Southern Barbarian Country..."

Gui Bang got up and looked out from a vantage point.

The arms that grew amid the ruins were like wild weeds, a dense mass that seemed endless.

Was this the power of the Evil God? The remnants of Law made it flee head over heels; to face its actual presence, survival would be impossible?

"Killing beings, Devouring flesh and souls, does it leave behind these evil offsprings on the spot?"

Ye Chengfeng emerged from Ye Hanjun’s shadow, moving towards one of the arms.

Unexpectedly, the violent, murderous demonic arm suddenly changed its behavior, dutifully retracting to its original spot, daring not to attack on its own.

"It even discriminates based on the target? That’s a bit much!"

Complaining, Gui Bang caught a glimpse of Ye Chengfeng stretching out his hand, gripping a demonic arm firmly like a vice.