The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 908 - 361: Inferior Earth Emperor_3

Hearing this, Ye Hanjun fell silent.

In his heterochromatic eyes that shimmered red and black, a touch of bewilderment surfaced inexplicably.

In his head, something seemed to be breaking out of its shell.

In his body, an electric-like sting surged, and the fingers gripping the Asura Bow spasmed faintly, as though they were yearning for, coveting something...

What in the world was going on?

With the Protector and the Nether Judge triggered at the same time, did it mean that after transcending the tribulation, that missing piece in his spirit had appeared?

"Boom—"

Golden lightning slashed across his vision, and the Cross Thunder Sword floating behind him transitioned from blue to gold.

It became incredibly excited, and a string of special characters that no one else could understand materialized upon it.

Ye Hanjun did not turn around, but he got goosebumps all over.

The string of characters that only he could comprehend seemed to suggest... "All Gods witness"?

"Wow, such vibrant life, how interesting!"

"Staying in the Inferior Earth, now that’s what I call boring."

"Can’t go here, can’t touch that, nothing to do all day but eat and sleep; no wonder big brother has a split personality!"

The Corrupt Demon Minister and the Tainted Demon God, one stretching its neck, the other flailing its claws, both heads were very happy.

"We should be fine here, right? Even if we turn this place into a real Inferior Earth, big brother won’t be knocking our heads, will he?"

"Of course, you two have come here; there is no need for any restrictions."

The Jester Emperor smoothed the wound on his head, and his eerie smile became even more brilliant:

"A Crown Rank has emerged from the Ye Clan, supported by two Witch Gods with peculiar auras."

"If we join forces and slaughter Them, this Emperor is willing to give up half of the Ghost Lamp, and no matter how the Inferior Earth Emperor wants to defile it, this Emperor will have not the slightest complaint."

"Half? No, that’s too much."

The Tainted Demon God, not the brightest, counted on its claws:

"I like the number three, we’ll take forty percent, and old Demon and I will split thirty, the last ten to be confiscated; big brother has gone mad, so pulling the wool over His eyes won’t be an issue!"

"Exactly!"

The Corrupt Demon Minister, wielding the Divinity of demons and corresponding to the god of demon beasts, not as clever as a normal person might think, foolishly said:

"I want to do my business here, lots and lots of it, with no restraint and messing about anywhere I please, no one can control me!"

"The Ye Clan... Where is the Ye Clan?"

"Oh, I see them, that tiny figure above our heads!"

"Hey, surname Ye, we’re pretty formidable, you can’t escape, just be a good meal for us!"

As the words fell, the Corrupt Demon Minister flapped its butterfly wings, and a reddish-yellow Wild Wind pressed down on the entire Without-Sun City.

Almost instantly, the Clan Protection Formation rippled, and a black hole-shaped breach appeared.

One after another, the Array Guardian Spirits died amidst cries of despair, collapsing from severe injuries to lifelessness, with absolutely no chance of rescue.

"Dead realm, expand!"

Ye Shitian abruptly plunged the Death God’s scythe into the void, and a cubic-shaped gray barrier enveloped the three gods in an instant.

"Ye, don’t struggle anymore!"

The Tainted Demon God let out a great roar, smashing the ground and lifting a wave of murk that swept across the heavens, surging towards Ye Shitian’s face.

"Swoosh!!"

The Jester Emperor laughed, pointing a finger, and a rainbow beam of light, extremely fine yet incredibly swift, mingled with the murky waves and struck Ye Shitian’s shin.

This was the first time he had hit Ye Shitian, but the expected image of a torn shin did not occur.

Ye Shitian seemed to possess Divine power capable of transferring damage, literally shifting the injury from his shin to his gray hair; the sneak attack resulted in nothing more than a broken strand of hair, light as a feather, insignificant.

"That’s quite special, eh, it’s my first time fighting a Witch God!"

The Corrupt Demon Minister cheered boisterously, spewing nine vortexes of wild wind, attempting to blast open the barrier’s seal.

After shaking violently a couple of times, the realm of death remained as stable as a rock, unmoved, its binding strength immensely high.

"Bang!"

Out of nowhere, a swarm of buzzing flies appeared behind Ye Shitian.

They landed on his neck without biting, but the gray robe where they touched disappeared in an instant.

As soon as skin touched the insects, pustules erupted from Ye Shitian’s back; no blood oozed from the wounds, only a pungent foul stench spread.

"Yeah! Got him!"

The Tainted Demon God laughed thunderously, reaching such heights of hilarity that he convulsed uncontrollably, unable to contain himself.

"This is my ’Pollution Cells’, your Divine Blood has been tainted by me, before long, you will rot inside out, even your bones won’t remain!"

"Whoosh!!"

Ye Shitian lifted the Death God’s scythe and drove it into his own chest, piercing through.

In an instant, the pustules on his back vanished, and the Jester Emperor suddenly leaped up, scratching at the filth on his back, in utter disbelief.

"Can you also transfer wounds... onto other Divine beings?"

"Such a unique authority of a Death God... holding sway over life and death... truly, you must not be left alive..."

The Jester Emperor’s Divine body split again, and in the very moment of the split, he slapped one of his doppelgängers to death.

Apparently, he could escape the erosion of ’Pollution Cells’ by splitting.

By killing his double, he could solve the problem at its root, not being easily killed by a single skill.

"Eh, how do we fight this?"

The Tainted Demon God cocked his head, suddenly had an idea, and bit into the Corrupt Demon Minister’s behind.

The Corrupt Demon Minister let out a soft cry, calling out tenderly as he flapped his wings, spraying the sky with a putrid mist.

"This is a disease-causing miasma, it doesn’t discriminate between friend or foe, take one breath and we too shall fall ill~"

"But the sicker we get, the stronger we become in battle, Ye—you’re finished!"

The joint attack of the Tainted Demon God and Corrupt Demon Minister clearly didn’t consider whether the Jester Emperor could withstand it.

He was restricted within the barrier, watching the murky miasma rush towards him, his face once again losing its smile.