The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1115 - 430: Desire Village_3

If the village chief of the Realm of Desire has such strength, what about the Realm of Desire itself? Is it not even more exciting to anticipate?

"Zzzap!!"

At that moment, Ye Hanjun was an observer, and Lie Xinxin was a combatant.

She did not conceal the appearance of the Fiery Sun Nun, exchanging it for the full force of the Fire Element.

However, whether it was the summoned Fire Beasts or magic patterns like Fire Walls, Volcanoes, or Fire Cannons, all were easily dispersed by the Sword Wolf Tiger.

This king of the wild beasts was wrapped in a completely different kind of energy.

It was like a thin film, impenetrable by elements and guaranteed to dissipate upon physical touch, possessing tremendous might.

"S-rank ’Executioner’..."

"Lie Xinxin, be careful, such authority can grant Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits fatal power; if you are struck by it, with your physique, more harm than good is likely!"

Ye Hanjun’s eyes sharpened, he decided not to just watch idly; he must take action.

He summoned Sword Thunder Child, grabbed the hilt, and charged at the Sword Wolf Tiger as well.

With a bang, the sword edge met the tiger’s blade, that tiger’s head opening a bloodthirsty maw, its foul stench flooding into his nostrils.

It actually wanted to crush Ye Hanjun’s skull in the instant of parrying!

Ye Hanjun remained composed, whereas Sword Thunder Child was flaming with rage.

"Zzzap! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

Lightning snakes, like wildly growing hair, wound towards the neck of the Sword Tiger.

The snakes had scales, jagged like saw teeth, and wherever they climbed, they were bound to leave lines of fresh blood.

The deafening thunder followed these wounds, causing the Sword Tiger to gnash its teeth, its eyes almost bursting, but still trying to complete the biting motion.

"Boom boom boom!!"

Sword Thunder Child instantly broke free from Ye Hanjun’s hands, the shock force of its escape pushed him far back.

Then, the unleashed creature, without any extra concerns, grew in size with a sword a hundred meters long, stabbing towards the eyes of the Sword Tiger.

"Roar!!!"

It was just one strike, but the Sword Tiger couldn’t react in time; its eyeball was pierced, and blood mixed with golden electrical arcs drenched half its body.

In severe pain, the other Beast Soldier, howling with thunderous rage, swung a big cleaver towards the core of Sword Thunder Child.

"Slash!!"

Sword Thunder Child split into two, the brutal thunder dimmed for a moment.

But it was not flesh and blood, nor a true Beast Soldier.

With a single thought, it could disperse the deeply concentrated Thunder Element, allowing the pseudo-physical external characteristics to devolve into a formless energy state.

"Boom boom boom boom!!"

Sword Thunder Child, nearly injured at the soul, unleashed its ferocity.

Splitting once into two, twice into four, four into eight... in a short time, thousands of Thunder Swords raced across the sky, and the poisonous fog let out mournful cries, forced to evaporate by the purifying force of the lightning.

The Tumorous Pollen Demon, filled with a cruel smile, suddenly stiffened in its spiritual fluctuations.

Rather than fire, plants fear thunder even more.

How many plants, after a hundred, a thousand years of arduous cultivation, have been utterly destroyed by a single bolt from the heavens?

The Tumorous Pollen Demon had also experienced this, and now, with that sense of crisis intensified hundreds of times and once again looming over its head, it felt numb all over, its soul involuntarily spasming.

"Besides the Fire Holy King, there’s also a Thunder Holy King?"

"Village chief, don’t act recklessly. If it’s really not possible, retreat first!"

The Tumorous Pollen Demon’s tone flipped on the spot; it was scared and didn’t want to engage with such an enemy.

However, Sword Thunder Child didn’t glance at it, it only aimed at the Sword Wolf Tiger and its Patron on the back.

"Don’t harm their lives!" Ye Hanjun secretly transmitted his intention.

Sword Thunder Child heard, its overwhelming momentum stalling for an instant.

When it resumed its flight, its leaking intent to kill diminished greatly, and its methods of attack shifted more towards containment and attrition.

"Thud!!"

Lie Xinxin did her utmost to coordinate her spellcasting.

Lightning and Fire were inherently compatible; if they moved together, their might would naturally surge.

Of course, Lie Xinxin knew well that there was a great disparity between her and Sword Thunder Child’s attacking rhythm.

To avoid influencing each other, she used sudden flames to harass the Sword Wolf Tiger, mainly aiming for restraints and defense.

Her strategy proved effective; the wild and presumptuous beast with two heads, two arms, and four limbs was repeatedly hindered, unable to vent its frustration.

But the village chief on its back was very calm, that killing intent, gathering without release, still looking for an opportunity for a decisive strike.

"It is said that the Realm of Desire is ruled by the Seven Sins Demon God, and I have a partner involved with the bloodline of The Demon Queen Raffles."

"For this reason, we are specially looking for an entrance. Could you truly not sit down and have a proper discussion?"

Ye Hanjun speculated, suspecting that this person would be difficult to defeat in the short term and immediately adopted a try-and-see attitude, probing his inclination.

Unexpectedly, the elder, with merely a pair of indifferent eyes showing beneath the black cloak, suddenly furrowed his brow.

The Sword Wolf Tiger beneath him, as if sensing his thoughts, dodged the flames and lightning, widening the distance and finding a clearing to alight upon.

"The Demon Queen Raffles?"

"This is an inheritance bloodline within the Realm of Desire, how could it possibly find its way outside?"

"You don’t believe me? Then let me give you a glimpse."

In unison with Sword Thunder Child, Ye Hanjun halted the action, then illuminated the Marks of the Purple Magatama at his heart.

The light flickered, warm and accompanied by fragrant breezes, as a princess bed clattered to the ground.