The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 889 - 355: Fury of Chonglong, Destruction All Around_2

Bertnar bowed his head even lower, with utmost respect, and repeated:

"Please, senior, unleash a massacre."

"Clan Yinma has not yet perished, and descendants of the first Jester Emperor have risen to Divine Enthronement again."

"The situation of our Yushi Clan is far worse than before, one might even say we are on the brink of annihilation, constantly at risk of being wiped out."

"Roar..."

Within the vast and empty dragon eyes of the charging dragon, a wisp of golden-red blood qi exploded, instantly reviving its spirit.

It roared loudly, the Dragon Chant shaking heaven and earth, resonating far and wide:

"Misshapen fruits! All of you are misshapen fruits!"

"Ye Shura left you with so many treasures, some of which even I covet intensely!"

"And yet you’ve let others attack all the way to your stronghold? I really want to spit you to death! What a bunch of failures! Such a disgrace!"

The Charging Dragon—furious as lightning.

Bertnar kept silent, no longer daring to make a sound.

Ye Hanjun also endured the goosebumps covering his body, trying his best to stay quiet.

"Roar!!!"

The Charging Dragon leaped down, suddenly opening its giant maw.

Clusters of Unlimited Foetus, Shining World Fetus, were swallowed into its mouth like small fish and shrimp.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"The raw materials lack divinity, my strongest sealed strike can only unleash the power of Supreme Holy Completion!"

"To unleash a massacre, I must return to the realm of a False God, your lives—all of them—yield them to me!"

Like a tiger among sheep, none could stand in its way.

The savage Charging Dragon rampaged, slaughtering lower-ranked beings, seizing their flesh and blood, gnawing at their spirits.

Bertnar’s eyes twitched, and in the space of a heartbeat, he slashed open his arms, letting the precious Vampire King blood surge into the sky.

"My incompetence as a junior, I wish to offer half of my remaining lifespan to reproduce that once mightiest of strikes."

"Roar!"

The Charging Dragon roared, offering no response, simply swallowing all the blood and continuing the slaughter.

"Oh great dragon of our lineage, we cannot even protect our ancestral lands, we are utterly ashamed."

"If our flesh and blood are of benefit to you, please take it as well!"

Wu Xuepang, Wu Xueshi, Wu Xuewan... the surviving Blood Witch Goddesses, without a word, waved their scepters, pouring out the remaining power of their fresh blood.

Even the severely wounded Wu Xuebi clenched her teeth to make her offering, her luscious red wavy hair losing its sheen, and fine wrinkles appeared on her face, aging her by thousands of years in an instant.

"Roar!"

The Charging Dragon accepted all comers.

It even started to draw in the corpses of beings already dead on the battlefield into its mouth, chewing loudly, all of it transformed into the substance of spirits.

"Stop it! It must not succeed!"

"We cannot withstand the mightiest strike of a Half-Step Deity, this strike must not reappear in the world!"

Witch Guangzhi, Witch Yundie, and Witch Cloud Hua, disregarding their own frailty and injuries, took to the air in a spirited dance:

"Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuangui, you too must take action!"

"Ranked equally as Supreme Holy Completion, with your curses, you can surely influence the overwhelming momentum of the charging dragon!"

"I’m sorry, allow me to refuse."

Always hovering at the corner of the sky, Triple Curse Ghost Monk, without bowing or paying respects, spoke in his usual eerie tone:

"Betraying the Night Family and conspiring with foreign clans has already violated the ancestral curses sealed within our bloodlines, a taboo of the gravest order."

"Every moment, I am enduring immense pain, restlessly tormented."

"Facing the Yushi Clan or their vassals, and even allies or the Guardian Saint Spirits, if I were to act, it would only exacerbate the backlash, bringing me to the brink of death."

Triple Curse Ghost Monk, with extreme calmness and indifference, added each word one by one:

"Before taking action, I’m sure you all received instructions."

"Whether it was Jester Emperor or Light Witch God who promised me earlier, I only needed to help you descend into the Ghost Lamp Abyss, matters other than that, I shall not concern myself with, thereby we agreed upon a fair trade."

"Now facing peril, venting your anger on me is pointless."

"Tsk!"

As the mist churned, Witch Cloud Hua unleashed a strange, umbrella-shaped cloud with a piercing shriek:

"If the charging dragon releases its strongest blow, you won’t be able to escape either, you’ll just be waiting for death right there!"

"That’s you."

Triple Curse Ghost Monk said indifferently:

"Even at the risk of cutting myself, there’s nowhere in the Ghost Lamp Abyss that can contain me."

"If you fail to conquer the Blood Witch Ancestral Land and obtain the corpse of the Blood Witch God, I will use the curse to teleport instantly to Without-Sun City, seeking protection from Jester Emperor."

"Hey, internal strife? You are quite amusing."

Goose Immortal burst into hearty laughter, activating the Guardian Saint Spirit’s marks for the third time, cutting short the dialogue between the Ghost Monk and the Goddess.

This time, it transformed into a giant bird clad in armor, with wings crossed, as the vague outline of an ancient city manifested.

"Iron-Feather Sparrow, Helmet City, Guarding Heavenly Abyss!"

Another flash of intense light soared as a Meteorite Giant underwent a mutation, its body enlarging but softening in hardness, eventually metamorphosing into an ancient Saint Spirit shaped like a mound of soft mud, likewise interposing itself in the path of the attacks from the three grand witches.

"Slime Giant King, Slime War Chariot!"

The limp mud suddenly rose in height.

At the very bottom stood Ye Liuying, dressed in a tight-fitting black battle skirt, her perfect figure leaving nothing to be concealed.

After many years without a glimpse, her beauty had become even more captivating, with an inner aura that had clearly grown profound.

She did not look towards Ye Hanjun, but towards the charging dragon, towards the mightiest strike of the Slime Giant King.

"Roar—"

In the terrible noise that seemed to pierce the heavens, Helmet City swayed, barely withstanding the first wave of impact.

The Slime War Chariot performed commendably too, each clump of mud that splashed out not only affected sensory judgment but also pursued the enemy, creating an incessant problem.

Just as the situation seemed about to continue in a deadlock, a magnificent Holy Light, swift as the wind and as striking as lightning, arrived unexpectedly.