The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 825 - 334: S-Class, Hell Judge!_2

Their existence imbued the chilling forest with a terrifying murderous intent, and the mansion behind seemed to come to life, the oppressive atmosphere imprisoning the spirits, with suffocating terror lingering in the mind, inescapable and incessant, more despairing than shadows.

"Demon General... such an ancient phenomenon, quite interesting," he said.

Ye Tianzi, full of interest, circled around Ye Hanjun with satisfaction,

"Not bad at all, the Ancestral Blood of Asura has been completely absorbed, and the ritual is perfectly completed."

"Kid, you are now the Young Emperor, how do you feel?"

"..."

Ye Hanjun was expressionless, unable to respond.

Indeed, his consciousness had awakened, but his body felt as if it were not his own, a faint sense of alienation that he could never erase.

"You’ll get used to it."

Ye Tianzi couldn’t stop smiling, "In the eyes of an S-rank, A-rank is nothing."

"You’ve struggled for ten years, finally achieving fruition."

"If you adapted instantly, wouldn’t it make top-rank seem common and worthless?"

"Ten years?"

Ye Hanjun lowered his head, a trace of surprise on his face.

He hadn’t expected time to pass so fiercely, truly underestimating the potential costs of an early job transition.

"Senior, do you know what this Ability is?"

Organizing his thoughts and slowly adapting to the changes in his flesh and spirit, Ye Hanjun asked again.

"It aligns with the path of Ye Shura, encompassing it within."

"But your path, clearly detaching from that of Dark Servants or Demon Servants, differs from other murderous statuses, equivalent to founding a new sect, creating a fresh lineage."

Ye Tianzi spread his hands, his expression saying "I’m not omniscient":

"Since it’s a unique path of its own."

"Such an Ability should be explored by you yourself, and named by you as well. Why ask me?"

"Just a reminder, you’d better adapt quickly, understanding all the changes in the Ability as much as possible."

"You still have a more important mission to complete, and time is not on your side, every minute and second should be cherished."

"I understand."

Ye Hanjun nodded, stepping forward.

As he moved, the terrifying mansion and thousands of Demon Generals also shifted positions.

"Go!"

Ye Hanjun pointed to a Chimera cub, issuing his first command.

Upon his order, the Demon Generals burst forth with ferocious roars, rushing forward madly.

"Hiss!"

Sensing danger, the snake head went wild.

Its first bite was, of course, not aimed at the enemy, but at the lion head.

This lazy guy, still slacking off even now, truly deserved a smack.

Hearing a muffled grunt, Little Lazy Lion, who had just opened his eyes, found himself enveloped in the Law-Figure-World, surrounded on all sides by Demon Generals.

"Roar!!"

With a swipe of his paw, beasts fell in droves, clearing half the area in the blink of an eye.

However, under the gaze of Ye Liuying and GuaGua, the Demon Generals resurrected on the spot, not one more, not one less.

"An army-like nature of Law-Figure-World...it can resurrect...its endurance is extremely perverse..."

Shock was evident on both person and melon, despite their ten years of diligent advancement in power.

Although the Chimera cub had not yet ascended to Endless Great Accomplishment.

Its status was evident, and Ye Hanjun hadn’t even used other Abilities; the mere Law-Figure-World alone was this powerful. Fully combined, wouldn’t it be easy to transcend great statuses?

"Whoo—whoo—whoo—"

The magic fog boiled endlessly.

It seemed like the end of days was descending, dusk setting in, igniting a sinister hue in the dim world.

Little Lazy Lion, still half-heartedly yawning, paused, and gradually got serious.

Dusk, which mortals occasionally call the "witching hour."

This cursed time, when yang energy declines and yin energy rises, light and darkness rotate, is also when malevolent beasts and resentful undead find their opportunity to stir.

Whether Little Lazy Lion, Yang Xiaoqi, or She Xiaoxiong,

They all felt it - the twilight mist that enveloped them, flowing with the ominous energy of tombstones, was eroding their flesh and continuously suppressing their spirits.

"Is there a second layer of change?"

Ye Tianzi was even more interested now, floating in the air, watching and listening intently.

Clearly, the erosion was effective.

And as time progressed, the fog grew thicker, and the intensity of the erosion increased.

But the bloodline and status of the Chimera cub were ultimately far above Ye Hanjun’s.

To think of suppressing such a Supreme Saint offspring with just Law-Figure-World and bare hands was as absurd as a myth.

"It seems there’s a third layer of change, untriggered due to insufficient conditions?"

Following the guidance of the spirits, Ye Hanjun changed his mode of attack.

He grasped the tool he named "Judgment Pen," aiming it at Lion Head with a swoop and a dab.

In an instant, the blood vitality of the Chimera cub dropped by a tenth, a vast amount of blood energy flowing into the "Book of Life and Death" in his left hand, swallowed whole like a whale consuming the sea.

"Roar!!"

"Baa!!"

"Hiss!!!"

An unprecedented experience plunged the three heads into a state of absolute high alert.

They couldn’t understand how the life force rooted in their flesh could be seized.

But Ye Tianzi’s eyes sparkled with profound admiration:

"Good, good, good, this Active Ability is vicious and merciless, sparing no quarter!"

"To cross such a great status and forcibly snatch the vitality of living beings."

"If it were the same status or even a lower one, I suspect a single swoop and dab would either bring prey to the brink of death or kill it outright. What is this move called? It must have a resonant name!"

"Return to Darkness."

Ye Hanjun thought for a moment and said lightly:

"The life force seized is not wasted, but still stored within my hand."