The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1063 - 413: Meeting Between the Lord of Ming Ye and Godslayer Asura_2

When he stopped, one had frost scattering across his brow, his body emitting an endless black mist.

Another’s robe fluttered wildly, a heart of unpreceded slaughter expanding like a reaper drawing the knife from its sheath.

"What a Hai Xiong Clan...what a Hai Xiong Clan..."

"If I do not exterminate this clan in this life, I, Ye Nishang—cannot bear to carry the Ye surname!"

As her words fell, Ye Nishang fiercely swung the broken blade in her hand.

With a swishing sound, the blade tip smashed into the ice, spreading a crack upon it.

Ye Nishang, heedless of the consequences, brought down a second and third strike...

Until the blade’s edge was jagged and uneven, and the massive block of ice finally shattered into pieces.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!..."

One after another, naked corpses fell to the ground along with the ice shavings.

Ye Hanjun moved forward several steps, then suddenly crouched down, focusing all his senses into the palm of his hand.

However, when he placed his palm on the abdomen of the male corpse, wandering between the chest and the skull, his last sliver of hope ultimately shattered.

Ye Mochou...was dead!

The coexistence ability "Super Spirituality," originating from the "Ten Hall Yama" and the "Pioneer Sect Leader," had a particularly keen insight into negative emotions like death, pain, despair, and hatred, as well as the Spirit-like Netherworld and Hell.

From the moment he approached, Ye Hanjun could not detect even a hint of lively life force.

He could deceive himself temporarily with words like "special freezing formation."

But when the ice broke and the carcasses fell, the pallor of the corpses and the agony on their faces proved everything—Ye Mochou was dead!

"Hai Xiong Clan...was the news they disseminated false?"

"Or does it mean...we ultimately arrived too late, and Ye Mochou couldn’t withstand the torture and ended his own life?"

Ye Hanjun’s voice suddenly turned hoarse while he looked around, and among the scattered ice, the Shining World Fetus’s White Bird Demon, Medicine Demon, Fission Snake Demon...weren’t these Ye Mochou’s Contracted Fond Spirits?

They were far larger than before, but they were all dead, their bodies torn and ragged, their souls empty, with no chance of revival.

"Is this Ye Si?"

"He indeed left with Ye Mochou as a Guardian."

"After more than a thousand years, broken yet subsequently achieved, he barely attained the Saint Fruit Position."

"Yet he couldn’t fully enjoy life, perishing in this secluded place—what intense dishonor..."

Ye Nishang and Ye Hanjun together organized the frozen corpses.

They separated the human corpses from the corpses of the Fond Spirits, then confirmed that Ye Mochou might have been exterminated in one fell swoop.

He and his Guardian at his side were all captured, having endured endless torture before death—bodies too horrific to behold.

"Perhaps, the Hai Xiong Clan intended for Ye Mochou to die."

"The ’remnants of the Ghost Lamp,’ dead, also serve as the best gifts to the Goddess to exchange for an alliance..."

Ye Nishang whispered as she gently stored each corpse into the ring.

When she rose up, all gentleness was gone as she looked coldly across the devastated scene, saying indifferently like a mountain:

"Lord Han, how many combat units do you still have?"

"Not many, but enough to slaughter one or two Holy Kings...like throwing hot water on snow!"

Ye Hanjun twisted his neck and limbered up his wrists and ankles, his voice equally cold.

He understood what Ye Nishang wanted to do, and that—was exactly what he intended as well!

"Alone, we cannot butcher the entire Hai Xiong Clan, we can only resort to cunning rescues..."

"Patiently waiting for an opportunity, yet this is the consequence we face..."

Ye Nishang spread her hands, and suddenly, shadowy figures formed in her left and right palms.

Her voice grew fainter, the intense murderous intent flowing forcefully:

"Our Sealing Emperors are not invulnerable to accidents, not immune to murder."

"But, as members of the same bloodline, sharing the burden of being Sealing Emperors, striving for the same wild ambitions within our clan, in such circumstances, how can we endure it?"

"Boom!!"

A completely deep black left hand and an identical right hand floated next to Ye Nishang, their sharp claws shockingly visible.

Both exuded a robust Holy Beast aura, faintly resonating with the eyes of dark elves.

Was this Ye Nishang’s trump card? Daring to venture into the dungeon alone, was this her reliance?

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a beastly shadow stirred at the dungeon’s entrance.

The beast was immensely fat, easily crossing tens of thousands of meters in just a few strides.

"Yo yo yo, indeed a rat has burrowed into our territory~~~"

"Let this old man guess, you two, wouldn’t also be remnants of the Ghost Lamp, would you?"

The giant beast halted, its form fully revealed.

Hai Xiong, a Holy Beast of the Savage, master of the principles of strength and life, with a fierce temperament, most brave and unparalleled.

Its master, without doubt, possessed the Authority "Hai Xiong Warrior," a pureblood of the Hai Xiong Clan.

"Hai Xiong Shier Lang...the second in command of the Hai Xiong Clan..."

Ye Nishang’s intelligence seemed slightly better than Ye Yin’s. She recognized this individual’s identity at a glance, her eyes narrowed slightly, her murderous intent surged.

"Not bad, nice discernment."

Hai Xiong Shier Lang emitted a shrill laugh, smashing his fist onto the Hai Xiong’s back, the mocking expression turning entirely cruel:

"Since you’ve come to our clan, voluntarily entering the dungeon, why not stay forever?! Isn’t it delightful?"

"A piece of advice, little Mochou lasted ten years in my hands before ending his life to preserve what he called dignity."

"This old man is curious to see, you two little mice, whether you will last longer or break faster?"

"Roar!!"

The Supreme Holy Completion Hai Xiong, with a move "Heaven-Surging Momentum," managed to plow a trench bottomless to the eye into the iron-hard floor.