The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 879 - 352: Cloud Sea Giant

"What’s there to panic about?"

"The Blood Witch God is dead. Relying on the defense of the Ancestral Land, even if they can hold out momentarily with their capable displays, they won’t last long."

At the dome above, another radiant Light Witch Goddess sneered with the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

She was draped in moonlight silk ribbons, with a white thorny cloth armor tied around her waist, revealing a spring-like neck and a patch of snow-white thigh. Yet there was not a trace of flirtatiousness about her; she exuded a peaceful and holy beauty instead.

"Guanghe, Guangyu, follow me into battle."

"Yes, Zhi sister."

One command, two acknowledgments, three pillars of Holy Light charged into the sky.

Leading the group, Witch Guangzhi, manifested a five-clawed White Dragon behind her.

The White Dragon was thick-necked and long-bodied with scale armor on its back, its claws grasping four orbs of light, and with a swish of its tail, the Dragon Chant was clear and loud enough to shock the heavens and terrify the earth.

Following behind were Witch Guanghe and Witch Guangyu, each with apparitions of a White Fox and a Golden Bear appearing behind them.

One was as pure as clouds, soft as tofu.

The other was bright and self-assured, courage embodied.

The White Fox cried out, channeling a stream of milky-white light into the five-clawed White Dragon.

The Golden Bear roared, as if carrying a mountain of gold on its back, smashing it entirely into the body of the five-clawed White Dragon.

"Chant—"

The five-clawed White Dragon grew significantly larger, reaching a size of thousands of meters in an instant.

Coiling in the void, with every swipe of its claws, it would shatter a large clump of blood clouds.

If it opened its dragon maw, it was like a whale swallowing the sea, with large swaths of blood rain being ingested, visibly decreasing the pervasive threat of death in the air.

"Mighty Witch Guangzhi!"

"Guanghe, Guangyu, both esteemed figures, like steadfast pillars, your visions of the Holy Spirit Fox and the Sun Bear have indeed been eye-opening for us all!"

A group of clearly lower-ranked allies of the Enspirited World loudly sang the witches’ praises.

Of course, their cheers were quickly drowned out as most were in awe of Wu Guangqing’s ruthlessness and dominance and could not spare attention for the other Light Witch Goddesses.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

The apparition of a Twelve-Winged Holy Angel stood tall, almost becoming a Divine Being.

With every slice of its pristine white wings came a bold and resounding Saint Light Slash, the heat of the sun and the desolation of the moon amazingly merging in such strikes.

Wu Xuelu, opposing this force, was embroiled in a strenuous fight from the beginning to the end.

Both witches were blessed by the Ancestral Blood. However, one had ascended to the realm of a False God, while the other remained at the standard Perfection.

The gap between them appeared as a mere foot but in reality was as deep as ten thousand feet, a divide nearly impossible to cross since ancient times.

"Indeed, the most valued descendant of the Light Witch God, who became a saint in the Near Ancient Era’s Tenth Epoch, smoothly ascending to Supreme Holy Completion in the New Era’s First Epoch!"

"And after consolidating her power for an entire epoch, now in the Second Epoch of the New Era, she is already touching the gates of heaven, only a step away from Divine Enthronement!"

An Corpse Witch King holding a scepter couldn’t help but sigh.

Another Infant Witch King, the size of a human baby, hid in a cradle, sucking on a pacifier, and said slyly:

"I heard that Witch Guangqing’s methods are extremely cruel,"

"In her quest to ascend to the realm of a False God, she slaughtered dozens of Guangwu Clan’s Holy Clans."

"Especially the lineage of the Holy Angels, ever since the Divine Angel was suspected to have fallen, it has been Witch Guangqing leading the charge—anyone vaguely related to the Light Element, she exterminated their entire clan."

"Her becoming a False God, the flesh and blood of the Holy Angels must have played a key role."

"The Blood Sorcerer Clan refused to kneel and suffer humiliation; there’s only one outcome for them—death."

"The unstoppable Guangwu Clan is destined to become the undying legend of the Enspirited World, we swear to follow to the death, surely we’ll get to sip the fresh soup!"

As he said this, the Infant Witch King spat out its pacifier and burst into loud tears.

It activated its Racial Skill ’Infant’s Cry,’ the piercing sound wave tearing apart the obstacles up ahead.

By the time it reached the blood cocoon, the sound wave had not weakened, forcibly slicing through the blood cocoon, further rending the entrance to the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Leave the Blood Witch Goddess to the Light Witch, those other branches, vassals, and minions are ours to slaughter!"

The Infant Witch King’s entire face split open, its terrifying laughter amplifying the sound waves.

Invisible to the naked eye, swords and knives danced in the air, the icy glow that could slice through iron followed in quick succession.

"Blood... Berserk!"

A chilling shout emerged, as if squeezed through the gaps between teeth.

Wu Xuelu looked up to the sky and howled, her blood-red hair wave grew wildly, in the blink of an eye falling to the ground like vines, forming an impenetrable blood-red waterfall of malicious and abrupt form, blocking the Infant Witch King’s path.

"Blood Sorcerer Clan, representing the Clan Leader, Wu Xuelu."

"By my witch’s command, we shall neither flee nor submit in this battle. Every one of my Blood Sorcerer lineage, core and vassal alike, swears to defend the Witch Ancestor’s remains to the death! Swears to defend the Witch Ancestor’s holy land to the death!"

Boom—

The resonant bell-like sound penetrated heaven and earth.

Inside the Blood Medicine Hall, plaster wildly fell and cracks climbed, the entire temple threatening to collapse.

Ye Hanjun, looking up at the sky, watching the mottled blood shadow on the firmament, listening to that arrogant Ancient Witch’s language, stood with a dazed expression, his visage one of confusion.

Waking up from a dream, how did it become like this?

Having entered the Second Epoch of New Era, barely two hundred years have passed, has the enemy become so thirsty they cannot wait any longer?

"Kid, the battle has begun."

"After all, it’s the mother-in-law’s place, these wolves in sheep’s clothing acting all high and mighty, if we don’t educate them properly, they’ll really think they’re invincible in this world."

Outside the Blood Medicine Hall, Bertnar hung upside down like a blood-sucking bat from the eaves, slowly opening his luxurious and noble glassy eyes.

He spat out the stem of the medicinal herb from his mouth, his handsome features still radiating a casual coolness, as if nothing were able to concern him.

"Brother will take the lead."

"The stage is yours, do as you please, even if the sky falls and the earth splits, it’s fine."

Bertnar waved at the temple and a pair of golden-colored bat wings slowly unfolded behind him.