The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 677 - 285: Eternal Night Angel_1

"Abyss of Destruction... It’s the Abyss of Destruction..."

"This is one of the family’s purest and ultimate inheritances. Between the 4th and 6th rank, one can command the ’Demon King’s Subordinates’. By the 7th rank... just thinking about it is terrifying!"

In Tianjiang Mansion, the crowd was astonished.

Although some hints had already been dropped, among the new guests, there seemed to be someone powerful.

But when he truly displayed his Law-Figure-World, matching Ye Qiyu blow for blow without losing any ground, how could those who were watching remain calm.

S-class...

Another Young Emperor...

Bombs appeared to drop into the quiet lakes within their souls.

Ye Dan, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, tried to avert his gaze from those hollow eyes, swallowing hard before exclaiming:

"In the First Epoch of the New Era, the ’Demon Servant’ faction only had one person ascend to the position of Young Emperor..."

"You are the Ye Mochou from five thousand years ago? No wonder you suddenly disappeared, you were sealed, waiting for the opening of the Tomb of Asura..."

At his words, the younger and more naive members of the Ye Clan were finally able to recall bits and pieces of information.

"I think I’ve heard that name somewhere before..."

"Ah! I remember now!"

With her hand over her mouth, Ye Dong’s eyes sing with shocking colors:

"Demon Peak Mountain... Abyss Watching Cave..."

"Sea of Burial Spirits... Thousand Autumn Cave..."

"These trial grounds, the stone tablets that people have carved there, all have verses that ’Ye Mochou’ claimed to have left!"

"Five thousand years have passed in a flash, these trial grounds still haven’t disappeared?"

A hoarse voice called out, Ye Mochou, standing in the middle of the Abyss of Destruction, gazing up at the towering Rakshasa Celestial Body on the opposing bank, sighed a little:

"We are not ordinary beings, looking up, the path is full of enemies, the corpses lay for miles..."

"Lowering brows, the abyss beneath our feet accomplice, hearts filled with confusion..."

"While Mochou’s road is lonely, the spring breeze of the coming year will be a welcome friend..."

Ye Mochou’s voice grew softer, until at last, it was almost inaudible.

Ye Chun, Ye Shan, Ye Xuezhu... All the Young Kings wore a trace of bewilderment on their faces.

"Two Emperors in one era, if it weren’t for the nearing opening of the Tomb of Asura, this spectacle would be far from ordinary, right?"

"Yes, just with Qiyu alone, he can suppress all of us."

"Two Young Emperors at the same rank, pitting their powers against each other, it’s thrilling to see this in our lifetime!"

Frenzy, reverence, wariness, excitement — a flurry of emotions painted the faces of the members of the Ye Clan.

However, the burning fighting intent of the two instigators only grew instead of diminishing, becoming even more soaring.

"Just awoken, and daring to fight with me, aren’t you afraid of making a big mistake and losing all your face?"

Ye Qiyu had a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Ye Mochou laughed it off, not afraid in the least:

"Although my flesh might be stiffened, my fighting instincts have long become a part of my soul."

"This emperor would like to see if the descendants of the Ye Clan five thousand years later have tarnished the glory of our ancestors!"

"Roar!!"

At the foot of the Rakshasa Celestial Body, the white lion laying dormant woke up, its beastly eyes glaring and roared at the sky.

In a flash, the pressure emanating from Ye Qiyu intensified, and a holy milky white light illuminated the land.

"Zoom!"

Ye Qiyu flew up, that was his Active Ability ’Rakshasa Divine Power’, which allowed him to fly rapidly in the air and move quickly on the ground.

As his crimson hair danced wildly, the black demon body devoured the light, and his blue satanic eyes overlooked the heavens and earth. Twirling his raised fingers, he exuded an unparalleled aura of supremacy.

An Eight-eyed Rakshasa... a formidable ghost!

But he can suppress ghosts and kill demons, and absorb the life energy of wicked creatures.

The ’Subordinates of the Demon King’, who can only contract demons, can they easily break this inherent restraint even though they are of the same power rank?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three beams of light sparkled, these were Ye Qiyu’s Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.

Ye Hanjun strained his eyes to see them. Having heard much but seen little, he finally gained insight into these legendary beings.

The first was an extraordinarily ugly creature with the head of a bull, holding a dagger in its hand, the lower body of a wolf, standing on hoofed feet, capable of flying without wings.

The second had the head of a deer and the legs of a dog, walking on bent knees, holding a yellow bell in its arms, and short of stature, yet possessing mountain-like strength.

The third had a monkey’s head, rabbit’s ears, human hands, and elephant legs, wore a golden hoop on its head, with its palms joined, floating in the air while sitting in a lotus position.

"Tonsure Rakshasa... Ancient Bell Rakshasa... Golden Hoop Rakshasa..."

"These are all variant branches of the Rakshasa clan, one specializing in speed and assassination, one in defense and trapping enemies, and the last in incantations and curses... Brother Qiyu is able to have such a configuration of Fond Spirits, even an ordinary Perfection wouldn’t be able to withstand his ten moves!"

Ye Youxing, inexplicably excited, revealed his admiration in his words and actions.

Rakshasa Clan— high-level species in the Abyss!

Due to their scarcity, complex temperament and formidable strength, even the Ye Clan members needed appropriate opportunities to possibly contract one.

Ye Qiyu called forth his Bonded Rakshasa during the Blood Covenant ceremony.

The other two, it is said that one was obtained through blood fusion, the other was contracted by directly invading a faction of the Rakshasa clan, directly contracting the most potential young Rakshasa.

Because he himself is the supreme ’Eight-eyed Rakshasa’, and all his Contracted Spirits are Rakshasas, this perfect coordination can create an extremely terrifying battle capability.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Above the Abyss of Destruction, Ye Mochou also summoned his Contracted Fond Spirits.

The first one had a wingspan of over sixty meters, resembling a white avian creature, but it was skinny and exuded wickedness.