The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 989 - 388: The Sharpness of Ash_3

"Boom!!!"

As soon as the words left their lips, behind Mang Hao, a Sacrificial Temple appeared with at least a thousand coffins floating in the sky.

Suddenly, the blurred figure of a Saint, wearing a robe embroidered with severed limbs and broken arms, walked step by step towards the temple, ascending step by step to a higher place... and then prostrated in worship!

Law-Figure-World—Corpse King Worship!

This was the top Law-Figure of the corpse lineage. Even the Corpse Dragon Lady Shi Ju had to scoff and voluntarily increase the distance upon seeing the temple.

But an unimaginable scene unfolded as the Ten Directions Yama’s Palace and the Corpse King Worship collided through space.

Opposing forces thought to be evenly matched didn’t occur, and Mang Hao’s seven orifices suddenly spurted blood. The Law-Figure-World that had just taken shape began to show signs of collapsing.

"Your Highness!"

Elder Yin exclaimed in shock while Elder Yang, who had always closed his eyes for shallow dozes, opened his eyes for the first time.

His pupils contracted, and his majestic, weathered face revealed an unprecedented horror.

"Your Highness... was really restrained?"

"What kind of authority could possibly suppress an SS-grade ’Corpse Worship’?"

Ye Hanjun seemed not to hear, his demeanor more akin to a young Demon God under the fully activated state of the Ten Directions Yama King Palace. That cold, merciless gaze would definitely not answer the questions of others easily.

"Mo, this cicada can definitely withstand your gaze!"

"Let it feel the agony, even if it shatters into pieces. As long as Mang Hao lives, whether it’s his ability or the Coffin of Sealing Corpses, he can piece together the fragments of corpses. It’s not easy to strike a killing blow... "

"Great! I also think it’s an ideal friend!"

Mo, clutching his ankle, had always been skirting the edge of the action.

As its rank increased, it was no longer like it was in childhood, constantly complaining with lines like "It doesn’t hurt anymore," "I want to experience pain," and so on.

But its demands never diminished; it simply changed its approach to get its fill in one go.

"Ding Ding Ding! Let’s be friends, I want to share with you the happiest experience in the world! You will find true joy in it!"

Mo, putting on the Yama King hat, no longer clung to Ye Hanjun. Instead, it leapt into the air, its body growing larger, and soon it was enormous, towering into the sky.

It stretched its only mouth into a smile, a slight blush on its cheeks, radiating a demonic, eerie light.

And that bloodshot eye now featured a black and white vortex, unleashing the power of destruction.

"Boom!!!!"

The sound of thunderous explosions pierced through people’s ears.

Every spectator turned into a startled bird. They watched in terror as the breastplate of the Nine Deaths Cicada was covered in countless cracks that emanated from a central opening, greyish white corpse flesh seeping droplet after droplet of corpse blood.

"No, it can’t be..."

"A single encounter... and it broke through the layered defenses reinforced by the Nine Deaths Cicada? This... even the Sacred Voidal Conduit would find it difficult, right?"

Ling Shi suddenly became a stutterer, his words trembling and unclear, which would be comical on any normal day.

But at this moment, no one even thought of laughing.

In fact, no one had the slightest intention of giving it any extra attention.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the battlefield shrouded in Corpse Qi, and they realized that the grotesquely shaped "Apocalypse Clown," from head to toe, was exuding an unbearable life magnetism.

"Clearly a Shining World Fetus, but this aura... Divine Trace Lineage?!"

"Hiss... It’s only at the 8th Rank, and it hasn’t even become a Saint yet, yet it has such a rich divine aura, compared to it, even the esteemed Corpse Dragon Lady Shi Ju seems to lag far behind..."

"How twisted must its ancestors be, to hatch such an outstanding descendant?"

"Could this possibly be a child of Divine Enthronement? Maybe only this explanation makes sense, but the offspring of Divine Enthronement should at least be a Supreme Saint by default, so how could it be a Shining World Fetus... It’s over, it’s inexplicable! Cannot be explained!"

"But... this person’s identity as a member of the Divine Clan is definitely not false, the Grey Sun God... must be an incredibly terrifying deity from the Ancient Era, simply hidden among unknown mountains and lands, its horrifying legends haven’t been passed down... It must be like that!"

An audience with an active imagination, in an unintentional moment, completed the connection regarding the Grey Sun God based on Mo’s form in the fray.

This was an outcome even Ye Hanjun hadn’t foreseen; Mo had bizarrely become the child of the Grey Sun God? It was somewhat far-fetched.

"Yay, yay! I’ve finally found a good friend who doesn’t drop dead at a single glance!"

Mo was as happy as a three hundred-ton fat kid, wrapping his tendrils around his head, glancing left and right, continuously deploying the [Great Calamity Evil Demon Curse Body].

After all, it was an Unparalleled Skill, and using it repeatedly in a short time naturally carried a great burden.

But Mo did not fear these things, instead regarding the backlash against itself as a reward, eagerly experiencing the pleasure within, his face beaming with happiness.

Of course, what made it even happier was having found a like-minded friend today.

Nine Deaths Cicada, having lost the initiative, was forced to receive five glances before its chest plate completely shattered, and its head nearly fell to the ground.

With the protection of the Coffin of Sealing Corpses and Corpse Oil Lamp, it forcibly patched itself back together, trying to turn the tide.

The enthusiastic Mo immediately gave up on attacking.

It did nothing and simply took the dozens of fierce charges from the Nine Deaths Cicada head-on, and its flesh and blood were soon torn to shreds, an almost disintegrating déjà vu.

"Wuu wuu wuu... I’m so happy..."

"Big guy who not only understands pleasure but also knows about give-and-take, truly a very, very good friend!"

Mo, deeply moved, cried tears of blood and was extremely agitated.

It extended the "Painful Finger," quickly synchronizing its own pain as much as possible to the adversary.

In an instant, Nine Deaths Cicada’s limbs twitched, and though only a spark of its spirit lingered, the rest resembled more a rigorously forged puppet corpse.

Still, it let out a painful screech, flapping its wings with a do-or-die ferocity, viciously lunging towards Mo.